This stuff would kill you, they told me.
I was beyond caring by then. There was no stopping me. So I closed myself in a hotel room with my supply of that ichor. I paid the staff to not disturb me for a week.
And I drank.
I drank till I puked.
Then I drank some more. There was no time to sleep after I started drinking.
By the fourth day I was rolling in my own bodily excretions and I could no longer tell the difference between day and night. I lost track of myself and drifted in a hazy state of subconsciousness.
By the seventh day, the drink was drinking me away as much as I had drank it.
When they broke open the door. I was inside a bottle.