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dreamlikenewyork2015-10-23 09:47 pm
bemydownfall) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2015-10-23 09:47 pm
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"You know that I could use somebody..."
Who? Caleb Leary and Sally Jennings
What? Face to face
When? After Caleb's text conversation with Nick
Where? Mt. Sinai, outside Zed's room
Nick's advice had stuck with Caleb, and he'd found himself standing in the hallway near Zed's room, hoping that someone would come out of the room or go in and be able to tell him how Zed was doing. There was still an overwhelming amount of guilt. How could he ask someone who loved Zed how he was doing when he'd been there... he had fucking been in the same house when Zed had cut his wrists? If he was any kind of friend, he would've known. He would've done something to stop it... something to help him. This was bullshit. He'd let him hurt himself. He hadn't stopped it. And the fact that he couldn't have, even if he'd wanted to wasn't doing anything to sway his feelings of guilt.
It was so heavy, in fact, that he was seriously about to walk away... until a pretty blonde girl was walking out of the room with tears in her eyes, and as much as he wanted to walk away and not bring more pain, he had listened to that voice long before... the one that told him that his absence would be less painful than his presence. It had cost him Zoran. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. So he stopped her then and there with a deep breath. "Hi," he said to her softly. "I'm... I'm a friend of Zed's, and I'm really sorry to bother you... I just... I wanted to ask how he's doing."
What? Face to face
When? After Caleb's text conversation with Nick
Where? Mt. Sinai, outside Zed's room
Nick's advice had stuck with Caleb, and he'd found himself standing in the hallway near Zed's room, hoping that someone would come out of the room or go in and be able to tell him how Zed was doing. There was still an overwhelming amount of guilt. How could he ask someone who loved Zed how he was doing when he'd been there... he had fucking been in the same house when Zed had cut his wrists? If he was any kind of friend, he would've known. He would've done something to stop it... something to help him. This was bullshit. He'd let him hurt himself. He hadn't stopped it. And the fact that he couldn't have, even if he'd wanted to wasn't doing anything to sway his feelings of guilt.
It was so heavy, in fact, that he was seriously about to walk away... until a pretty blonde girl was walking out of the room with tears in her eyes, and as much as he wanted to walk away and not bring more pain, he had listened to that voice long before... the one that told him that his absence would be less painful than his presence. It had cost him Zoran. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. So he stopped her then and there with a deep breath. "Hi," he said to her softly. "I'm... I'm a friend of Zed's, and I'm really sorry to bother you... I just... I wanted to ask how he's doing."