[Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
It had been a week and change, and Misha was doing his level best to hold it together for Damian's sake. He couldn't blink himself home, and he didn't have credit cards, seeing as he didn't have none when he'd got back. The best he'd managed was the phone Damian'd given him, since he'd tucked that off at the entrance to that alleyway he'd found Leena at, and he hadn't wanted to pawn it none. So, since he couldn't be with Damian any, he'd got himself a room at a hostel a few blocks from the hospital, and he'd been busking. At first, it'd just been singing, but then he had a few dollars and it was 'nough for a fiddle from a secondhand store. He got clothes there too, once he had sufficient from the fiddling, and least now he had a few different options for shirts and jeans. It felt a whole lot like two years ago, when he'd got here with nothing, but it was a good thing some now. It gave him something to focus on, something to keep sane with, the problem of getting food in his mouth day-to-day.
Damian, his seizures were bad, and he couldn't have visitors, and Misha reckoned the days were endless. He found a church nearby, and he sat in service three times a day. He spent most of his time sitting in the hospital waiting room, and the spaces 'tween, when he was told to go on home by security, those he spent busking. But, nights, nights were the worst, and they went on endless and endless, and Misha reckoned he was going to go crazy in that hostel. It wasn't never quiet there, and there were always folks coming in and out. It was $29 a day, and it was an awful place, but the sounds were good things. Misha, he didn't hear a thing in his head, see. He saw folks, and they were quiet. No glow, no heartbeat, no feelings pouring off them in waves. They were just expressions, the folks he encountered, and expressions were silent to Misha.
A week went on, unchanging and every day fighting from doing something stupid as could be, and then he was told Damian was relocating. He saw him brief, just a second and goodbye, and the place Damian was going was real far off.