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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Carolina moved herself back on the end of the bed and reached out, offering her hand to him. "I... I got really upset earlier, and you didint know what to do. You got really angry and stormed out of the house, you and Wash where fighting. He knocked you out, so Emily and I brought you back in here."


    Caboose seemed excited to snuggle with Wash again. He climbed in on the opposite side of the bed and scooted himself close to the blonde, curling up against his side and wrappings his arms around him protectively. "I love you, Freckles. You gotta get better, okay? Feel better soon..." he whispers to the man

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]He stared at her hand in fear before looking around, seeing no one else in the room. He hissed, shrinking bad against the headboard.


    As soon as Caboose's arms were around him, he moved, nuzzling into the other man's body as much as he could, shivering against him.
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]A look of guilt crossed her face, causing the red haired woman to quickly get up from the back and back away for him. "I... I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave...?"


    "Mm, you're warm" Caboose him out, half burying his face against his blonde hair

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Maine hissed, looking conflicted before shaking his head, looking at his lap in shame.


    Wash seemed to calm down with Caboose holding him. He sighed out slowly, his entire body relaxing until he was asleep against him, snoring softly.
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Carolina remained put, giving him space. She'd begun to search around the room before finding a small notebook as well as a pencil, slowly making her way over to the man and holding these things out for him. "Here... now you can say things to me if you'd like to for now. I'm sorry I couldint find much else."


    Content with this, Caboose smiled and closed his own eyes, trying his best not to fall asleep before Grey came back in the room.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Maine was nervous, taking the pencil and paper. There were so many thing he wanted to say, to ask. He settled on, [i]Did he hurt you?


    Grey wasn't long, setting the water on the bedside table. [b]"I see he's already feeling better. Thank you, Michael. You've been a big help."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Carolina shook her head. "No, I'm fine." she quickly reassured.


    "It's not problem, I like cuddling with Freckles!" Caboose beamed.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]That seemed to ease him a bit. [i]Where's Wash? Is he okay? He still doesn't how to stop it.


    Grey smiled at that, running a gentle hand through his hair. [b]"He really likes cuddling with you, too. I can tell."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Emily put him in another bedroom, Caboose is in there with him." Carolina explains, frowning as she glanced to the door where she could slightly look into the hall from where she was standing.


    "Can I get a nap too?" Caboose asks. It was hard to fight the urge when he was so nice and comfortable with Wash like this.

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][i]Did he [b]stop    ? Maine pressed, looking worried. If he didn't, he could snap at any moment and hurt anyone around him.


    [b]"Of course you can sweetie. Have a good night, alright?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Carolina frowned with a tiny shrug of her shoulders. "I... I don't know. He wasint beating you up, he was standing there with an icy breath and shivering but... he's burning up on top of it too. He kept saying 'he did it' and didn't want to do much but cuddle up against Caboose."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Maine frowned, thinking about this. Some symptoms, he could recognize, but the other he couldn't. [i]Where is he? I need to see him.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Carolina reached her hands out to help him up on his feet before bringing him over to the bedroom Wash was currently staying in.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Maine stayed away, afraid his presence might trigger something to happen. Watching him, he frowned. [i]He took control, but he didn't stop him. He's still awake too.
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][i]I don't know. When it happened to me, they locked me in a room until he stopped.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"So should we keep Caboose in there with him or not? I... actually think separating them might cause worse problems."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][i]He's in a much better way than I ever was. I didn't have someone there for me.     Maine frowned, watching them. I think Caboose is helping to stop him.
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Carolina's gaze became sympathetic for a moment but she nodded. "You don't have to be alone now, you know? We're all here for you, Maine." she tells him

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Maine shook his head, dropping the notebook and pencil, turning to head out of the room. He wasn't needed here anymore. Caboose could help Wash. He was just a danger to everyone here.
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill