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[youalleverybody]

Liam stumbles back into the room, shaking, his head too full of voices, all shouting at him, to really think any more. As Charlie advised him, he tries to argue with them... and fails. Because how do you argue with something that won't leave or let up for an instant

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[bloody_rockgod]

There was a golf ball and a lamp, and now there's a golf ball and a lot of shattered glass.

And Charlie, small for his age, crying as he picks up pieces of glass with his bare hands.

[youalleverybody]

Liam races down the stairs, almost falling down them in his haste. Skidding into the room, he takes in the scene in an instant, and drops into a crouch next to Charlie to help him.

"I'll do that, baby brother. Go and get some paper or something."

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie sniffles. "Da said I had to."

[youalleverybody]

Liam scowls and repeats firmly, "I'll do it. Go on, there'll be newspaper in the kitchen."

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie is trying to get Liam to sit up. "Liam!" His voice is very sharp. "Bloody hell, Liam--you said you weren't using anymore!"

[blue_ajah]

*She arrives at the open door, and stops for a moment, staring at the sight before her. Her voice is very quiet, and somewhat strained.*

...Charlie?

*Moiraine shakes her head, then, as if to clear it, and moves swiftly across the room to look down at Liam.*

Light. What has happened?

[youalleverybody]

Liam is conscious and aware of Charlie trying to move him, and - faintly - of his voice, through the cacophony in his head.

"Wasn't. Voices..." he tries to explain.

[bloody_rockgod]

"David's--whatever it is--said Liam took something, and Liam's been--things have been bad and we've been angry with each other--I've seen him OD before but this is bad, Moiraine, so bad--

"Oh. And. Yeah. Hello, back from the dead."