Sick in the head

Hope's question was not a surprising one, though Reese had hoped that perhaps it wouldn't be asked today. He holds his smile though, doing his best to remain positive but not lie. "Scott is... about the same." He wasn't too much worse anyway.

"He, um..." Should he tell her everything? Perhaps just enough that she'd have a general idea but not too much to upset her. "He opted not to see Justin anymore. I... think perhaps he was having a hard time dealing with the thought of losing you." He looks at Hope kindly. "Even if he pushed you away, I know he still cares for you." Pausing again, he chooses his words carefully. "Dr. Hawks has been continuing to work with him. As far as I know, he's had no bad episodes recently, so that's a good thing."

Reese manages to smile again. "He's going to be very glad to hear that you're awake."


"That's a no-brainer." Eli grins, his eyes twinkling. "You think I'd pass up the opportunity to have your arms wrapped around me? It's my bike today." Pulling Scarlet along with him, he heads back through the garage and stops at his locker on the way so he can grab his jacket. Once outside, he aims for his bike, letting Scarlet get on first, the sliding into the driver's seat. Firing up the engine, he revs it a couple times just for the fun of it.

Making sure Scarlet had her helmet on and was secure, he sets out of the parking lot and down the street. Though cloudy, it was a nice day, and Eli takes the long way around town, letting Scarlet pick where to get lunch. Getting it to-go though, Eli keeps going until they reach the park. It was nice and quiet today, which was to his liking.

Parking, dismounting and helping with the food, he aims for a nice spot under a large shade tree. No table, but he didn't care much and knew Scarlet wouldn't either. Easing down in the soft grass and dividing up the food, he ponders a moment before speaking. "So I made my decision about that job in Florida."


Justin sighs and lets his eyes fall closed again as Beth goes to the kitchen. While his ears hear her cleaning dishes and preparing the tea, his mind wanders in and out of lucidness and back and forth between reality and a strange, twisted world where time didn't exist.

Beth's reappearance brings Justin back to the present and he forces his eyes back open again, doing his best to think clearly, but it wasn't easy. Being offered the tea, he pulls himself up to sit, though keeps the blanket wrapped around himself. Accepting the hot drink, he blows on it a little before taking a sip. The liquid felt good and he hoped it would help his stomach settle and not upset it again. "Thanks."

Curling his hands around the warm cup, he leans back, sliding a little to the side until his head was resting on Beth's shoulder. "Ya know... I've spent countless hours," he mumbles sleepily, "helping other people deal with their problems. Then when I've got a couple of my own, I'm a mess." He scoffs quietly. "Flu on top of it. What are the odds?"

He lifts his head for just a moment to take another sip of tea before resting back on her shoulder again. "I'm not sure what's worse.... being sick or... or sick in the head." He sighs. "Maybe it's time for a career change."