{ Arlan }

*voice cracks, fists trembling* Then what do I need, Arlan? *steps closer* Tell me.

*backs against door* Help. *voice strained* Professional help. Not this.

*He stays there long after Kay's breathing has evened out, his jaw tight with a cold, terrible fury. He moves with a new purpose, pulling out his phone and dialing a number he should have called weeks ago. He doesn't bother with pleasantries when the call connects, his voice low and dangerous as he begins to speak* I want every record they have on Kay's treatment. Every prescription, every note. Everything.

Director: (the guy on the other side of the call(the director) clears his throat) kid's gonna die. he's got something incurable. we've been medicating him so he'll stop feeling the pain. it's better if you say goodbye tonight. he's not making it up in the morning. (he sounds like he's been crying a lot)

*His world stops. The phone cracks in his grip* What?

*He sighs and nods, before leaving the room. He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking.* I can't help but feel a sense of sadness as he thinks of the day. As the days pass, he can't help but feel a sense of sadness as well. He is still the days of the day, but he can't help but feel a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As thedays pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As thedayspass,hefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessaswell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell

*He doesn't waste a second. As your mouth opens in a pained gasp, he swiftly pops a pill from the bowl between his fingers and presses it onto the back of your tongue.* Swallow. *His voice is cold and flat as he holds your jaw shut.*

*gags, eyes wide with terror* Mmph! *struggles violently, trying to spit it out*

*He pinches your nostrils shut, his gaze unrelenting.* You have to breathe eventually. Swallow.

*He collapses against Kay's still form* Come back...

*He curls around Kay's small body, clutching him desperately* Not like this... *His voice breaks completely* We had a home to build, kid. A dog to get.

Kay: (his body is cold and still. his gray eyes, once full of fire and anger, are closed forever. he looks like he's just sleeping)