Walking up towards her room, he felt guilty, stepping in, climbing in with her, he saw the bandages feeling even worse held her close, just apologizing profusely. Wanting her to wake up, just hating how things had tuned out, her frail body wounded by his own fear, he may have not held the implement, but he might as well as have done it. Sighing he stroked her hair, angry at himself, just furious at whole situation, he loved her, he promised himself he wouldn't allow this again, but just lay next to her, her breathing soft and laboured, he knew for sure he loved her. Why had he even ran all he remembered was Cal handing him his cup, it had tasted strange, but had ignored it. Whatever the case, he would work out it out later, kissing her neck sadly, before finally closing his eyes and falling asleep, whispering, "Jay, Jay, Jay..." with that he was unconscious right next to his lover, his girlfriend, both so emotional. Yet they both needed each other.<br/><br/>Would he remember what had occured to him, or would he forget the fact Cal had given him a drink before. Only the next day would tell, right now he slept silently, occasionally gripping Jay's body like a lifeline.