From Shousetsu Bang*Bang Wiki
An amputee Vietnam vet gets himself picked up by a middle-aged Chinese-American attorney.
The glass in his hand held a pale imitation of the drug that burned through his system — vodka, straight, the way his father had taught him to drink it, a cold fire in his belly that still couldn't hold a candle to the flame in his veins. Neither the alcohol nor the heroin was strictly legal, but the former was acquired by flashing a fake ID and the latter by having a talented mouth. His missing left arm ached, but it was a far concern from where he was now, the room where the music and noise pounded loud enough to drown out the throb that thrummed his pulse through his skin.
Yellow Fever is unconnected to other stories and universes.
Yellow Fever is followed by a short-short story, White Lies.
This story is deeply and gratefully indebted to: coloredink, for being my racism and Chinese culture coordinator; jesus_h_biscuit, for knowing everything about gay sex and heroin addiction; peripheralsight, for patient, loving encouragement; and drmoonpants, who wrote all of Bill's good lines. Also, everything I know about the Vietnam War comes from Wikipedia, Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried, and Stephen King's Hearts in Atlantis — especially since Mr. King appears to have made up entirely the second half of the cadence I used.