Vicodin + Xanax = Just tired.

knows that's not even within a light-year radius of healthy. Why was he so intent to bringing harm to himself? Was he upset about something?

isn't sure he's even upset about anything in particular anymore... he's just become disturbed in general.

what could be so disturbing. Perhaps he wasn't sleeping enough. Has he been eating properly? Nine glasses of water and all.

[Ah, would you mind if she turned into a bit of a mother hen right now? x') ]

[[Not at all, go ahead]]

hasn't really been eating... it's like it just doesn't even occur to him to eat. All he thinks about is his next escape.

sits next to him. "What do you mean, 'escape'?"

And he hadn't been eating - there, that was it, reason for *everything.* He would probably feel much better after a good meal.

"Disappear... you know, like stop feeling. That's really all I want." He realizes that he hasn't eaten since yesterday.

crosses his arms. "But there's so much left to feel!" she insists. She'd come close to that, but she'd looked at things which were just

starting up in her corner of the world, and realized she wanted to be around when they blossomed. She thought textile mills made her feel

useless, but then she decided she'd have a few of her own, and she was glad she'd stayed upbeat about it - now she got to see fabrics made

of what was basically fuel.
She placed a hand on his arm. "Cheer up," she said, smiling. "You're probably hungry too, shall I get something

to eat?" Nobody could think straight when they were hungry.

isn't sure how food will work with Xanax and Vicodin, but it's impossible to say no to that sort of offer.

patted his arm once. "Stay here. I'll be back in minutes." Then she reconsidered it. "Forget that. How about you come along?" She didn't

want to leave him by himself. He did look quite weak, she thought. Whatever it is, it's making him ill. And he wouldn't open up, either!

follows quietly.