The door slamming open could nearly give him a heart attack if he hasn't had one already. He looks up immediately at the sound of it, his head swimming and his hand thrown back against the bed to brace himself from passing out.

He's never actually overdosed before. Taken a little too much, gotten himself into that uncomfortable kind of high that has him flinching at small noises, thinking the bird and his friends and the rest of the world are out to get him, those aren't fun, but this is different. This is sweat drenching the front of his shirt, his heart beating a quick, staccato rhythm against his ribcage. This scares the shit out of him.

"Don't, don't, don't — " Jesse fights it at first, Joel's arm around his shoulder, and one of his hands fists into Joel's shirt for support, his breath coming out quick and panicked; half because of the drug, half because of his own hysteria starting to settle itself in. "Ride it out, I just gotta — Just gotta ride it out."

His voice is almost a whine, pained like an animal, but mostly he just doesn't want to get up from his spot. He feels like he's going to throw up the moment he does.