Bad Influence

Zan's expression remained concerned, even though he attempted a little smile. "There's nothing to thank me for... honest. If you hadn't come along, I woulda just sat in that corner all evening 'til I started to fall asleep, then I woulda just gone home and crashed. So really... I should be thanking you." 

He ran his fingers along the top of his coffee cup before cocking his head again and bending a little so he could look directly into Destiny's eyes. "When we part ways... I don't have to worry about you going and doing anything stupid, do I? 'Cause if I see your name on the news tomorrow, I'll never forgive myself for leaving you alone tonight." 


"Okay. Thanks." Justin was leery about this whole thing, and he wasn't quite sure why, but he had a feeling he would be back, and be involved in this. Turning, he left the infirmary, trying to get his mind back on what he needed to do before going home...

Chance remained motionless, though he knew someone was coming and going. His eyes remained open as sleep would not come, no matter how much he tried to relax his body. His mind was simply going too fast... 

...It was the middle of the night. The room was dark, except for a few small lights. Chance still had not slept. His mind's racing had not ceased, but had only worsened. Still curled tightly on his side, he was shivering. He felt cold, but from the inside out, and his stomach and head hurt worse than they had earlier. All he could see in his mind were the men he'd assassinated. All he could see was the look on Destiny's face. Over and over and over. 

As it grew more intense, the tears finally spilled over again. His silent sobs were muffled in his pillow as his entire body shook. It had to end. This feeling. This torture. He couldn't take it... he just couldn't.


Hunter finally opened his eyes sleepily and grinned a little. He brought his hand up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. "Um..." His brain wasn't awake yet, and he blinked. "Maybe?" 

His grin widened. He still had a dull headache but it wasn't as bad as yesterday, for sure. Shifting over, he rolled on top of Ryan and returned her kiss to the lips before burying his face in her neck and sighing deeply. "I think... that sounds like a fantastic idea," he mumbled. "Except I don't have a tv in here." 

He moved his head back up to see her face, his eyes still holding a sleepy glaze. "But at least the living room has a couch... we can have junk food on the couch... all day." He nodded. "You're a genius. A bad influence, but still a genius."