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[qsilver_md]

It's the middle of the night, and the phone rings, waking him.

He might have ignored it and gone back to sleep, but it keeps ringing for too long to be unimportant, especially at this hour.

"...hello?"

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[qsilver_lab_rat]

He sounds sick and small.

"Kev?"

He'd given her an ultimatum, told her he wasn't going to watch it anymore, watch her flush her life away. He'd told her that if she didn't get help, he was walking...and then he'd gone to get some air.

This...

God, he'd never intended this.

Never inteded to find her strung out past where he'd seen her, convulsing and shaking. And finally, limp.

Cold.

He'd called the ambulence, but he didn't think there was anything they could do.

So he'd called Kevin.

[qsilver_md]

Kevin sits bolt upright, wide awake. He hasn't heard his brother's voice sound like that in a long time, if ever. And he wouldn't call in the middle of the night, if...

"Darien? What's wrong?"

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"Jan," the sound of a deep shuddering breath, a hand slapping on his cheek and scratching into his hair, "shit, man, she's gone."

[qsilver_md]

"What, she... she left?"

Oh, please let her just have left.