Come Undone (Charlie)
Aidan was in bad shape. On edge. Fighting urges. Bagged blood was barely keeping the edge off. He hadn't been doing so hot since Evey left him sitting on the kitchen floor. Though, admittedly, he was doing a hell of a lot better than he would have been if she'd not destroyed all of Leeloo's blood.
How many more days would he have sustained that hard drunk if he'd been left with it? If she hadn't been so insistent about finding it and getting rid of it?
He knew that he had to tell his Evey about what had happened. What he'd done. But he didn't want to see her until he was able to shake off the rest of this problem. Or at the very least, most of it. She could know the horror, she couldn't see it. He would die before she did.
In a way she already had, and he hated himself for it.
Things were always more difficult after live blood, this time though, things were damned near impossible. There had been so much. It didn't help matters that it had been from who it had been from, either. Pure life. Supreme being. Divine. Actually fucking divine. He could taste it, still. Feel it rolling over his tongue, sliding down his throat. Filling him with the sensation of invulnerability.
Residual problems had come with it, too. Aidan was absorbing information - learning things - at a rate that he'd never been able to before. His head hurt with the sheer force of knowledge cramming itself into his skull. It didn't help anything.
He needed air. He needed to get out of his apartment and go somewhere that wasn't the hospital. He had to try to go a few hours without touching any blood at all. So far he'd only managed about an hour and a half before the pain got too severe and his frenzy bubbled to the surface again. Weening himself off was going to take a long time, this time.
For once, Aidan was glad that Dean wasn't here. To see this.
Staying far from people, Aidan made his way to the docks. If he slipped, at least the people there weren't good people, mostly. Seedier types. Nobody would miss them. If he slipped.
He really really didn't want to slip.
Aidan found a nice-ish spot to sit, the bench was weathered by the salt water, grey instead of brown. But the wood was stable.