Justin squirmed around, uncomfortable and sick, disgusted by the smell of his own puke. When Hailey walked into the nursery and asked if he honestly wanted to be clean, he nodded vigorously, "I do, but every time I try it doesn't work or makes me sick. I keep going back to drugs and drinking 'cause it always hurts when I don't..." Trailing off, he lay on his back, trying to get as far away from the bucket as humanly possible.
As she removed the bucket, Justin rubbed his tear-soaked eyes and tried to stand again, only to fall on his diapered butt. Whimpering, he curled up into a tight ball and tried to think of a solution to this problem, confused and in pain. The agony of withdrawal made Justin burst into tears again, shivering violently as he cried. "I'm sorry, I wish I could do better but it's so hard! I wish I could stop, but it never works, nothing ever works."