All the yelling was causing Nicholas' head to ache. He decided that sitting up wasn't worth it any longer. He gingerly lay himself back down on the couch, holding onto himself with his one arm and shivering. The fever had gone away a bit, but it was no doubt still there. The virus was still there. He coughed.

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Jacob decided right then that he did not like Darrin. At first, he was going to give the kid some slack seeing how he was probably traumatized from all the shit that was happening, but this completely burned his bridge. There was no way he could even pretend to like him. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head, "I'll be damned, kid's a low life."

He didn't bother to pick up the bottle to see what Darrin had taken. He just slowly pulled his revolver out of its holder, ready to shoot if any trouble was caused. "Look, kid, I'm gonna need you to straighten up your act or get the hell out of here. I might've been as generous to you as I was to Mattie and Nick, but there ain't no way I'm gonna let some pill popping idiot stay in my house."

Right then, Cole started to wail again.