[TOUR] On The Road

[trez matthew steele]

The doctor nodded, leaving to go pull up his files on the computer and see what he was on so he could switch it. But unlike his brother who was an Angel now, he didn't know Trez was only half of himself. And didn't know that the switch he was about to make, was one that had killed Keith Moon once before already.

The guy bit his lip, sighed. "I know rape and abuse cases are rough, but being mean and hiding who you are only cos problems okay..? There's nothing wrong with how you dress if it's how you like to..the problem is that this incident is wearing on you, upsetting you. If just getting it out there, letting them know and accept it and talk to you helps, that's fine. But why don't you try some medication for now, and see how it helps okay? After a week or two, you can lessen your dosages, and if you feel like you're doing okay, continue taking it less often. But if not, continue, alright? Does that work for you?"

He glanced up at the doctor that walked in with Trez's files and a new perscription, set it down near Harper. "Twice a day, morning and night. If there's no change, have him come back in. Seems like a pretty serious case of seizure history." His eyebrows furrowed as he walked back out.

[harper reese lebeau]

She just nodded. It didn't make her feel any better. She didn't want to tell the bus what was wrong. She just wanted to be okay. "Alright.." She said quietly, looking up as the doctor came in and left her with a script. But it made her horribly uneasy. "I-I don't wanna tell Sean.. Or Trez.." She messed with the script, reading over the handwriting. "Is Trez gonna be okay? He's gonna be happy again and stuff?" She asked, looking over at the sleeping boy. She saw Aubri come bouncing in and assumed Trez would be awake soon. And she didn't wanna talk about her problems again.

"Why's Trez sleeping?" Aubri asked.

"Cause he's sick.." Harper mumbled brokenly.

[trez matthew steele]

"Alright, don't stress yourself, take your time, and your medication." He nodded at her question. "He should pretty much be himself. He'll be fine. If there's any problems or side effects with his new seizure medication, have him bring it back."

He unstrapped Trez, you was shifting around, and left. "I'll clear you guys.

Trez reached up to rub at his face. "Ow, fuck, my hand," He whined, stretching and sitting up. He smiled iver at the two, then slipped off the bed and straightened up. "Ugh.."

[harper reese lebeau]

"Stop punching mirrors then, goofy." She teased, and Aubri bounced over, pulling her hoodie strings. "Ow! Fuck you, hyper ass!" She groaned, swatting at her hands. Aubri let go, wrinkling her nose at Harper as her jacket fell back down.

"You know, you look like a slutty traffic cone." Aubri said, putting her hand on her hip.

"A sexy slutty traffic cone." She said as she stretched, not caring if her shirt raised up further than it should or not.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez scoffed, shaking his head. But honestly, he didn't remember punching it, didn't remember getting here, and that scared him. He glanced at the medication on the table. "So uh...how we getting to the show?"

[harper reese lebeau]

"I dunno. Wanna walk?" She asked, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

"Fix your shirt." Aubri complained, and Harper groaned, tempted to flash her just to spite her. She fixed her shirt, handing Trez the paper in her hand.

"Damnit. Are you happy now?"

"No. We need to do something about your face."

"I'm about to reconstruct yours." Harper said, putting her phone to her ear, telling Sean they needed a ride there before she hung up the phone, tucking her prescription into her pocket.

"Why'd they give you medicine? You're not sick." Aubri asked.

"Sean told them to." Harper retorted, and Aubri rolled her eyes. Harper looked up at Trez, holding out her hand to him.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez smiled faintly, taking her hand and holding it tightly. He pocketed both his bottles of medicine, leading them outside. Sean was standing in the parking lot rather comically, already waiting with the bus. "Hurry up," He groaned, throwing his head back.

Trez, of course, slowed down.

[harper reese lebeau]

Aubri bounced over to him, throwing her arms around Sean. "Better get your hands off Nash's boy, Aubri!" Harper called, squeezing Trez's hand gently as she walked beside him. Aubri wrinkled her nose, hugging him tighter.

Harper just shook her head, climbing up into the bus. Nash was on the couch, sprawled out. Harper climbed back into the bunk she shared with Trez, pulling her hood over her head. "Nn.. Wake me up when we get to Vegas."

[trez matthew steele]

Trez huffed, punching Sean gently as Sean dragged Aubri back onto the bus. "Sorry babe," He drawled with a smirk. "But we get off the bus in fifteen minutes."
He shoved Trez's guitar at him and Trez groaned. "Infucking broke my knuckles you guysss," He complained, strumming the guitar to make sure it didn't hurt too bad.

[harper reese lebeau]

"I don't wanna." She groaned, and Aubri went and sat on her. "Oh, fuck you." She groaned, and Aubri grabbed her ankles, pulling her out of the bed. Harper pulled her legs up, and Aubri took her pants and half her briefs.

"Aubri, for real?" She groaned, turning over so she could fix her underwear.

"When did you get ink?!" Aubri asked, slapping at Harper's hands so she could see the crumbling keyboard on her hip.

"Aubri, that's been there forever."

"You play keyboard?"

"And bass. And your ass in a minute. Give me my pants."