[center][h1][color=wheat]Jejomar Salinas[/color][/h1]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Hospital
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] Tas [@Lady Amalthea] and Echo [@ChaoticFox], Eva [@Aewin] by telephone[/center]

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Now, if Jay wasn't so busy agreeing with Tas and scolding himself because of his actions, he might've trembled. The wrath of the concerned friend was terrifying, like an aura of anger was radiating off of her. Instead, he clenched his fists and forced himself to cool it. He had someone to take care of now. Tas was right. He had to be strong, for Echo. He had to clear his mind, keep away from being a coward. But he also had to balance between the two extremes of his personality. He was always a little too hard and a little too soft. It infuriated him. For him, there was no middle ground, there was no neutral state. He had taken therapy a long time ago, when he begun showing signs of depression.

He absolutely hated therapy. It made him feel like... like a freak of some kind. The questions, the bland, minimalist rooms. Therapists who thought they knew what [i]he[/i] was feeling. But he would get those papers from whatever damnable hell they were stored. He turned on the doctor, softly pushing the door open. He smiled at Echo's still form and sat down next to her. He forced himself to neutrality, shoving down everything from the voices to the emotional roller coaster in his head. He would deal with it later. Not now.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing the soft skin in small circles, making sure not to wake her. He pushed a lock of hair from her face and began to speak in a low, soft voice. "[color=wheat]Hey Ecks. I need to go, visiting time is over. I'll visit you tomorrow, hopefully when you feel better. See you later, yeah?[/color]" He let the rhetorical question hang in the air before getting up, parting from her. He looked over his shoulder from the doorway before stepping out to let Tas through. He walked out of the hospital, mind blank.

When he arrived to the pristine, modern apartment that is 3C, he slowly walked past  his room where he left Eva in the dust. He stood in his destination, unmoving. Still. He closed the bathroom door and sat down on the tiles. It came. '[color=wheat][i]You think you can push me down for your girl, boya?! You are my bitch and I rule this kingdom! I don't care what that Doctor bitch says, okay?! You listen to me, ya piece of chicken shit![/i][/color]" He felt himself convulse, eyes widening in pain. A sharp pain exploded in his mind, almost sending him to unconsciousness. He coughed and coughed, puking blood and bile all over the floor. His heart was beating so fast, it sounded like one, continuous beat.

'[color=wheat][i]You know, I like you. You're a nice guy. But sometimes, you need to know your fucking place![/i][/color]' He felt himself choking, hands clutching his neck hard. He felt himself go dizzy from the lack of air, back arching in pain, hands tensing in pain. And then it stopped. '[color=wheat][i]If you try to screw with me again, I will do more than hurt [b]you[/b].[/i][/color]' Images of Echo sprouted in his head. And then it faded away, the only presence that it was there was the numb, throbbing pain in the back of his mind.

He stood slowly, face red but expression blank. He cleaned the mess on the tiles and stripped down to place his clothes in the laundry. Stepping into a new set of clothes, he reached for the telephone and typed in a familiar number. Tears started welling in his eyes but he forced them down. For another day. He would also talk to Eva. She needed to know. As the phone was picked up, a familiar voice resonated in his ears, he let himself smile through the pain.

"[color=wheat]Hey sis. We need to talk.[/color]"