"It'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy."

[privateinvestigations]

Who: Clint Chevalier, Lincoln Cole and Lorenzo Chevalier
What: Stuff and things
Where: Renz and Lew's place
When: Sunday morning

Clint had never had a worse flight in his life, and he had done a lot of travelling in his time. The airports were a nightmare too, and then the cab ride to Renz's place. By the time they got there, his legs were weak and he was pretty sure this was what getting hit by a bus felt like. Not that he would say that out loud, on account of the fact that Mara had totalled herself in that way. He just sort of flopped against the wall and it was lucky Renz answered the door when he did, or he was pretty sure he would have just slid down it and ended up on the floor. If that happened, there was no way in living fuck he was going to have the energy to get back up off the floor.

Renz looked concerned, because that was what Renz did. Clint held his hand up. "I'm fine, just let me sit," he mumbled and didn't object when Lincoln was wrapping a protective arm around his waist and helping him inside, still carrying both their bags over each shoulder like a boss. If Clint had the ability to get a hard-on right now, he totally would be. The mere fact the last thing he felt like at the moment was sex was very telling. Renz had Holly on his hip and took one of the bags from Lincoln. Getting into the living room, Clint just flopped onto the sofa and rested his head back.

"Feel free to just shoot me in the fucking ass and put me out of my misery," he offered.

"They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing..."

[bemydownfall]

Who? Zed Blaze and Caleb Leary
What? Time to talk
When? A few days after Zed's suicide attempt
Where? Mt. Sinai Hospital

Caleb had left the hospital twice since Zed was brought here... Both times he'd gone home for a shower and tried to sleep and both times his sleep had been fitful at best and non-existent at worst. He'd woken too many times, terrified, seeing visions of Zed, bleeding out, pale and terrified on the bathroom floor. Or worse, nightmares of what would've happened if Richie hadn't shown up at all. Zed, lifeless and unmoving on the bathroom floor... he'd awoken in a panic and hyperventilating that time, terrified for Zed, wanting to get back to the hospital and stay close to him. He'd stayed in the waiting room day and night from then on, dozing off sitting up with the exhaustion outweighed the fear of what he'd see if he fell asleep again.

This particular day, Zed's sister, the one named Sally, came out to see Caleb in the waiting room Caleb didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until she told him that Zed was awake and that he could go in and see him now. Caleb hadn't really dared to expect this. He knew he wasn't family. He wasn't really anybody in the grand scheme of things... someone that Zed used to know. But he thanked Sally quietly as she escorted him down the hall to the room where Zed was. She gave his arm a gentle pat at the door before leaving him there, and Caleb slowly walked in to see Zed, his wrist heavily bandaged, looking back at him. He still looked weak, but he was alive, staring back at Caleb out of those intense blue eyes, and as stupid as it sounded, the only thing Caleb could think of to say was, "Hey."

@ musebysentence | 181.3. Laughter

[imtoofabulous]

Nothing makes me laugh my ass off more than watching someone who thinks they're hot shit trying to act like hot shit and only succeeding in looking like a dumb shit.