Pagan Min And Jacob 'Gary' Finch - WIP #2

As I mentioned earlier - I'm going to tell you more about Gary... and as well about Pagan XD
He and Pagan enjoy having a 4 o'clock tea together, where Gary tells Min anything about necessary things like events, the finances from Kyra Tea, new letters arrived and stuff... actually Gary is a maid-of-all-work to Pagan. He manages his time and has an eye on his health...
Because Min is a sensualist who is very drug-prone - and he was or rather is addicted to drugs (cocaine and heroin) and alcohol... well, nobodys perfect
Gary saved Pagans life once, because he nearly suffocate in his own vomit. After that, Pagan trusted him blindly. 

I translated a passage from my german FF here for u - it's october 2004 a few months after Ishwari and Pagan met up a last time...

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"Sir? How are You doing?"
"Gary?", I asked very sluggish. Wether my tounge, neither my brain were able to do more than that. But I guessed it was him, who carried me into my room and bed. Because I inject myself with heroin in the bureau.
"Of course, Sir", my assistent confirmed considerate and seemed to be relieved: "It's good that You are still with us."
My face twisted into a questioning look - surely my countenance acted up. I tried to sit up, but failed royally and collapsed back into the bed. The painful limbs and my weakness forbidden me any exhausting actions. 
"Carefull, Sir...", said my neighbour calm. I just looked at him and he combined: "You look like You want to know, what happend?"
I confirmed this question he read in my eyes slowly nodding.
"You had a shock - a breakdown, Sir. Caused by an overdose. If I had not found you, you would have suffocate in your vomit."

Well, that explained why my throat felt rough and this rank taste on my tounge. I blinked at Gary wordless - he stared back very serious. Not only he carried me to bed, he saved my life. But I didn't react to anything. Just a blink of the eye. Then I faced away, to escape this reproachfully glanze. I stared at the ceiling.
"SIR!", the Briton yelled disgustedly - for the very first time, there was a tone in his voice, which offerd opposition to my doing: "Do You understand, what I told You? You nearly killed Yourself!"
Of course I understood. But to be honest, I didn't know how to handle with it. It shocked me as it surprised me. A sigh - a tiring sigh left my ill-treated throat.
"Sir...", this time, the adress sounded way more caring: "Mister Min, I beg You ..."
"Gary ... it's ... I'm fine...", I lied with an evenly voice. I knew, that I wasn't fine. Wether now, nor the last weeks or monthes. Nor the last years. I had reached a point, where I started to feel wretched.
"Bollocks to that!", he replied serious: "You got a massive drug problem here, Sir!"

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