[zain] home away from home.

[monroe owen hughes]

Although the cast on his foot had been long gone, that didn't mean Monroe hadn't been in and out of the hospital. It was by sheer luck that he hadn't been committed before now. But like everything else in his life, his luck was running out. 'You have a visitor today!' The nurse had said entirely too cheerily to a white scrub clad Monroe. But he hadn't said anything. It wasn't like it was his ticket out of here. No. He wasn't allowed to leave until he was okay. Which would be never.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain wandered down the hospital halls, his eyes exhausted and dull, face wary. He jumped at little sounds or things he thought he saw. Zain hadn't been taking his medication, especially since Monroe had been around less and less often. And now he was sick in the head and didn't now right from wrong, reality from insanity. He coughed, slinking into monroe's room hesitantly and staring at him.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe looked up at him as he came in, his expression still as blank as it had been. He ran the sharper edge of the plastic fork he'd broken over his arm again and again, praying for blood like most people pray for rain in the summer. "Why are you here?" He asked, looking down at his arm. The two of them hadn't seen much of each other, and when they did, it wasn't very pretty. So he wasn't expecting anything to be better.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"I miss you." Zain slurred softly, watching him with the piece of plastic. He ran a hand through messy hair and stumbled over to a chair, sitting down shakily. Biting at his lip he reached for Monroe's hand. So unpredictable now. Some days his affectionate side showed. But he snapped in an instant now that the parasite was in control.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe looked over at his hand was held out, half expecting to be hit. But when Zain didn't, he reached over, gently putting his hand in Zain's. He looked up at the ceiling, chewing absently on his lip. He knew as well as Zain did, the peace probably wasn't going to last much longer with the two of them, despite Monroe being so in love with him.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain held his hand tightly, swallowing. He reached over and pulled the sharp plastic from his other hand, slipping it into his pocket as he searched his face. "Help me.." He choked under his breath, terror crossing his face as he gazed at him, drawing in a swift breath.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe watched him, sure he was going to use that piece of plastic against him later. "How am I supposed to help you, Zain? I can't even help myself.." He said quietly, searching his face. He'd never have guessed Zain would ask him for help in anything. Besides maybe to get off. "What do you want?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain just stared at him in confusion, drawing in quick breaths before he let go of Monroe's hand to clutch at him head. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry....stop!" He screeched knocking the chair back as he stood, hands fisting. He swallowed and looked around helplessly, pacing as he looked at the floor and mumbled under his breath.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe flinched as he screamed, getting up out of the bed. He pulled Zain's face close to his, kissing him softly. "It's just us, Zain.. Just me and you, okay?" He said quietly, running his fingers over his cheeks in hopes it would get better. "It's just us, baby.."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain searched his face wildly. "No it's not, no it's not...help me..." He rasped brokenly, in a panic. And then some of that odd emotion faded and his eyebrows furrowed. "I miss you Monroe.." He mumbled.