[ WP ] Your 11 year old nephew just ate 2 of your LSD gummy bears 45 minutes ago and you have to make sure he makes it through sane

Stephen watched with a mute sort of horror as his nephew bounced up and down on the couch, hollering at the top of his voice. 
 
 `` I'm hungry, uncle Stephen!'' Jason screamed, his face red and flushed. 
 
 The gummy bears, it must have been. There were only three left in the side pocket of his backpack - last time he'd checked, there had been a couple more. Kids were curious. Jason could have gone through everything in the backpack while he made dinner. He'd probably gobbled them down without a second thought. 
 
 Stephen felt vaguely nauseous. What effect would they have on an eleven-year-old kid? He did n't know the boy well enough to measure the effects against his normal behaviour - he had n't seen Jason in more than two years. It was his first time babysitting since he and Diana had moved closer to his family. 
 
 `` Jason, did you find some gummy bears and eat them?'' he yelled at the boy. Jason jumped down from the couch. 
 
 `` GUMMY BEARS?'' he said, his eyes lighting up. `` Where? Where? Is that what's for dinner?'' 
 
 Stephen fumbled for his cellphone and punched in his sister's number. He stammered out a story about Jason falling sick while keeping an eye on his nephew. 
 
 `` I'm on my way,'' Lisa said tersely, before hanging up. 
 
 He put on a cartoon to try and distract the kid, but it only made things worse - Jason seemed almost hysterical, slapping the armrests as he rocked with laughter at everything. God, Lisa was going to murder him. He'd volunteered for babysitting because he and Diana were considering having a baby - figured it might be a good idea to hone his parenting skills. 
 
 *Stellar fucking job*, he told himself bitterly as he watched Jason giggle to himself. How could he have forgotten about the gummy bears in the first place? Nick had shoved them into his hands the last time he'd visited. 
 
 His old college roommate was still the same person, five years after graduation - partying it up every weekend and experimenting with every type of drug he could get his hands on. Stephen had been too discomfited to say anything, and had simply shoved them into his backpack. 
 
 And forgotten about them, like a moron. 
 
 Lisa pulled into the driveway as the show he'd put on for Jason ended. She rushed in, not sparing a glance for Stephen. She just sank to her knees in front of the kid and felt his forehead. 
 
 `` Moomm, let me go,'' Jason whined, wriggling free and whooping as he ran from the room. 
 
 Lisa frowned at Stephen. 
 
 `` He seems fine,'' she said. `` Did he vomit, or something? Why do you think he's sick?'' 
 
 `` Fine?'' he echoed. `` Look at him! He's - he's acting crazy.'' 
 
 He took a steadying breath and was about to tell her about the gummy bears, when Winston, his sister's dog, ran into the room. The spaniel was barking nonstop. He skidded to a stop and snapped at the air. 
 
 `` Winston!'' Lisa said. `` What's the matter with you, boy?'' 
 
 The dog merely whined and sprinted from the room again. 
 
 `` Weird,'' his sister said. `` He's usually so calm...'' 
 
 Stephen laughed weakly as he watched the dog roll in the dirt outside. 
 
 `` Well, though I do n't see why you had to call me back from my dinner, I appreciate it,'' Lisa said, squeezing Stephen's arm. Faintly, he could hear Jason yelling as he played upstairs. 
 
 `` You're so worried about keeping him safe. You're going to be a great dad someday,'' she smiled at him. 
 
 `` Yeah, about that,'' he asked. `` Is Jason usually so... uhm, *hyperactive*?'' 
 
 She chuckled. `` Jason's a handful, but he's just a kid, Stephen. Most of them are like that, acting like they're drunk or on drugs half the time.'' 
 
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