You?

"Thanks, Dalton. When you get here, just go in the first building - I'll be there so I can show you to Scott." Ending the call, Justin paces a little, then leans back against the hallway wall. He knew it would usually take someone two hours to get here from TJY, but he also knew Dalton would push it to get here sooner.

Sighing, he wanders back to Scott's room for now. Finding him asleep, Justin leaves him be again, then ambles back out once more. He didn't like this wing of Brookshire... he didn't like the medical end of it anywhere, period. But if they didn't get Scott help... Justin didn't want to think about it.

Going down a few halls, he comes to the front lobby where he picks a comfy chair to sit in and wait for Dalton.

Sure enough, Dalton arrives when he said he would, and Justin is ready. Standing as soon as he sees him, he approaches and offers a handshake, even though he knew Dalton didn't like him. "Thanks for coming. I'll show you to Scott's room. I don't know if he'll be awake or not."

Leading the way, Justin heads back down the halls and after a couple turns, he comes to a sunny room with a big window. It was a cozy room, but not too small, purposely decorated to feel more like a bedroom than a hospital room. The only difference was the type of bed and the monitors.

Scott lies on his side, curled up under a blanket, though his thin frame was still obvious. Hooked up to an iv, the thin tub runs up over his head to the liquid nourishment they were trying to provide. He was so tired of everyone always telling him to eat. He hated it and he had hated food for ages now. Nothing tasted good and nothing seemed to agree with his stomach anymore either. So he'd wound up fooling others into thinking he was eating more, when in reality, it was less. He had started the road to recovery as far as the Agency data was concerned - at least it was helping him not have bad spells during the day anymore. But right now, he just didn't see value in eating. It felt like too much work, and he was tired of trying.

His head was sunken down in the thick pillow, though he hears footsteps and the quiet creek of the door. Opening just one eye halfway, he scans half the blurry room, thinking it was probably just the doctor again.


Catching sight of Destiny, Jason turns and offers her a smile. "Good morning," he greets, trying to be at least halfway cheerful. "You're just in time. Grab a plate if you want." He shuts off the stove burners and retrieves some utensils.

"Hope you like eggs and bacon." He looks at her out of the corner of his eye. "When I was a kid, my mom always made sure I had a good breakfast. I always did like eggs and bacon, even when all the other kids I knew loved their cold cereals."


Looking up in time to catch Ryan's eye, Leo's eyebrows raise a little bit, and he gives her a little crooked smile before concentrating on his car again. He didn't care if Alec told her he'd been over to his place or not... he was glad to see the scoundrel here at least.


Alec wasn't sure what kind of a greeting he'd expected from Ryan, but regardless, her simple words just didn't feel right. "Lonely," he answers.

Searching Ryan's eyes for several long, silent moments, his gaze digs deeper for the meaning of Leo's words to him earlier. Was Ryan really that hurt? Was she really ready to leave him? Her eyes looked tired today... more tired than normal.

"You?"