Zed literally just lived across the road from Luke's bar, so it wasn't like it would be a huge hike home. It might feel like it, granted, because he was so drained, it might feel like a huge hike. It was why the guys suggested the bar as a bit of a hangout, so if Zed started to feel poorly, they could get him home easily. Which is exactly what was happening now. He knew if he didn't call a time-out on himself, he would probably keel over and land right back in hospital. He didn't want that. It was too much of a reminder of why he was there in the first place. He wanted to show the people he loved that he was getting things back in control and he could take care of himself. Although he had been flagged as suicidal, the psychiatrist told him there were no other clinical signs of mental illness. Just post-trauma depression and anxiety. They were trialling some mild medication for him at the moment to see if it helped, but if he got to a point later when he was feeling better and therapy helped, he could stop them.
Zed flagged Jax and Damien. "I'm going home. Caleb's taking me," he called over to them tiredly when he got up and gave himself few moments standing to see if he was shaky on his feet. He felt weak and tired. The wooziness was there a little, but he would be fine to get home. He took the water with him, and his friends all told him to just call them if he needed anything at all, and they would come. He knew there was complete and honest truth in that too. They would. All his friends and family would. He knew that now he had a relatively clear and rational thought process back. But when he hit rock bottom, those thought processes were blocked and everything became skewed and overwhelming. He was fine with Caleb helping him. There was no fight, no shying away from the contact. He held Caleb's hand as they left the bar and accepted his help getting down the stairs outside. "Um, PEP is about another two and a half weeks, I think they said. I've got another couple of pills to take now. One of the doctors is a close friend of Luke's. He's actually Positive himself. He talked to me a lot about shit."
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Zed flagged Jax and Damien. "I'm going home. Caleb's taking me," he called over to them tiredly when he got up and gave himself few moments standing to see if he was shaky on his feet. He felt weak and tired. The wooziness was there a little, but he would be fine to get home. He took the water with him, and his friends all told him to just call them if he needed anything at all, and they would come. He knew there was complete and honest truth in that too. They would. All his friends and family would. He knew that now he had a relatively clear and rational thought process back. But when he hit rock bottom, those thought processes were blocked and everything became skewed and overwhelming. He was fine with Caleb helping him. There was no fight, no shying away from the contact. He held Caleb's hand as they left the bar and accepted his help getting down the stairs outside. "Um, PEP is about another two and a half weeks, I think they said. I've got another couple of pills to take now. One of the doctors is a close friend of Luke's. He's actually Positive himself. He talked to me a lot about shit."