<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">As much as he wanted to object to what was going on, Silver didn't even have a chance. He wanted to tell the man that there was no family to bother at home; he'd be surprised if his roommate was even home. But he didn't have the strength to protest anything at this point.<br/><br/>The simple action of moving in general made him feel woozy, but actually being lifted to his feet and taken outside? That certainly churned his stomach and there was no stopping the contents from coming up. He'd barely had time to make it to a little patch of bushes before throwing up. After his stomach was emptied (at least for now) and with a few dry heaves, Silver wiped his mother with his sleeve. He'd have to bleach his teeth after that, but he had other things to worry about.<br/><br/>For a moment, he'd forgotten where he was or even how he'd gotten outside. Carefully yet clumsily, Silver sat on the cold concrete, leaning back against the building and closed his eyes. After that little episode, he felt incredibly dizzy. There was no need to run the risk of passing out by trying to walk.</span></span><br/><br/>Note: probably jumbled and confusing, but I feel bad for not posting and wanted to give you something. :(