Who: Juno & Marco Where: Third floor hallway When: Around 10am
Marco had considered going down to the hospital to go help Lennon and the others back. Really, he'd thought about it pretty hard. He'd even started to leave his room, with plans to stop in the kitchen to get a bite, and some water to bring with him. He wasn't sure why he'd come up with this plan, knowing how he'd been the past few days. He was slowing down. The withdrawal hurt, and in the face of it, some of his negative symptoms were hitting him pretty hard. Had he even gotten out of bed yesterday other than to look for his drugs? He couldn't even remember. But he wanted to see Lennon, and see that his friend was doing alright.
And yet, he didn't even make it to the stairs. It was such a long way down, and he really just couldn't be bothered. He just wanted to lay down, and very little else. It was why he hadn't showered since that afternoon Jim had helped him clean his room. It was why he was still in the same clothes he had gotten into that day. He just didn't want to be out of his room, to deal with other people. He just felt like being in bed was the better option.
He had just turned back for his room when he heard a door open and close somewhere on that hall. He didn't pay it much mind, just scanned the hall lazily as he headed towards his room. But he stopped when he realized who it was, and absently brought a hand up to greet her. He hadn't actually spoken to Juno in a few days, and as terrible as it was, he wasn't sure he wanted to speak to her now. He hadn't exactly done a good job at being social with Juliet the day before, after all.