Who: Marco & Juno When: Around noon Where: Juno's room
The last few days, Marco decided, had been embarrassing, with his encounter with Ice, the new girl, being the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. Stress was causing psychosis, but he wasn't exactly doing himself any favors to get back out of it. Waiting around wishing that he could have just a bit of morphine or heroin or anything that might give him a little pick-me-up was just going to end in him needing hospitalization. Except, there were no hospitals here. Just a house full of people who wouldn't know what to do.
So after his encounter with Ice, he hid in Oliver's empty room, in his spot on the floor between the bed and the wall, and he doubled up on his antipsychotics. His thoughts slowed down after that, but it put him in such a fog that he just slept there on Oliver's floor for the majority of the day, waking up only when Bearbear started to whine, and he realized that he needed to walk and feed her. He shambled downstairs, forgetting to put on more than his hoodie as he took the dog out quickly, then cursed himself as he rushed back in and sad down in front of the study fireplace, where both he and Bearbear slept for another couple hours.
Eventually he woke up, took another dose of his meds, and made his way upstairs. He bypassed his room, though, and wandered up to the fourth floor, to Juno's room, where he briefly explained, "I'm a zombie right now. Can I sleep in here with you?" Then he passed out for fourteen hours.
He was still groggy when he finally woke up, some time around noon, but it was the first time in a few days that he didn't feel like someone was hiding in a corner, waiting to kill him. He couldn't find that damn octopus. He didn't feel like he needed to babble to himself, either. Now he just felt embarrassed. And still kind of foggy.
He felt like he could hold a normal conversation now, at least, and so after a trip to the bathroom and another round of meds, he flopped back onto the foot of Juno's bed on his belly, turning his head towards her. "Did you put music onto your new MP3 player yet?" he wondered, because that seemed like a simple enough subject. "I haven't yet. I wish they came with headphones instead of speakers."