Madison could easily tell that he was trying hard to hold himself together. He wasn’t doing a very good job at the task. She didn’t understand the dire nature of whatever issue had risen... she didn’t even know what the problem was. Whatever had happened, she watched as the color drained from his face, making her furrow her eyebrows and take a step toward him. She tried to rack her brain of anything that could explain his sudden erratic movement and breathing, but she couldn’t. She had to sit back and watch as he feverishly searched the boxes.<br/><br/>When he fled to the bedroom she followed behind him, standing at the doorway as he sat down on the bed. Madison slowly made her way over to him, sitting next to him silently. She just waited for him to explain, to enlighten her on the issue at hand. Her eyes searched for his as he focused on his hands that laid in his lap. He had lost all the color in his face, she was becoming a little worried. His next words lifted the curtain, and he found herself closing her eyes, letting out a long breath. Definitely not good.<br/><br/>“Well,” she started softly, looking for the right words. There wasn’t anything she could say to comfort him and tell him he’d be okay, because they both knew he wouldn’t. “I don’t think that we really have a choice... do we?” She took his hand, running her thumb over the back. She knew what withdrawal did to a person, she’d seen it destroy them before. The thought of him going through that pain, that agony, and still have a chance of not making it... of leaving her. She didn’t want to think about it. But facing reality was something she just had to do: Arc had relied on these pills for years, his body was dependent on them, the pills are gone, these would next few days, weeks even, would be living hell.<br/><br/>His hands were shaking in hers, and she stayed calm; she didn’t want him to have a panic attack. But all things aside, she knew how to handle that situation. When she was in her residency, she was assigned to an alcohol withdrawal with another doctor, so she had the basic knowledge. Alcohol, sleeping pills, what’s the the difference, right?<br/><br/>She reached up with her free hand, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “I think you should just try to sleep tonight, and we can take it step by step. Try to get some rest, okay?” She spoke softly, hoping her voice would be enough to let him relax enough. After cutting the lights, the stars the only light left in their world, she scooted back onto the bed, resting her back against the wall. She made room for him, motioning for him to join her. If he wasn’t sleeping, neither was she, but the least she could offer was her comfort. He had held her as she slept numerous times in the time that they knew each other, shielding her from the horrors her past presented. It was only fair that she offered the same to him.