forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Vaughn’s slightly clouded eyes flicked up to look at Kaz, his gaze heavy. He seemed hesitant, like if he did accept it would poison him or something. But he was starving… “That would be appreciated…” he mumbled.

Kaz nodded, taking a few tries to get to his feet. He limped over to his duffel, fishing the stolen granola bar out and sitting back down next to Vaughn. He handed the bar to him quietly

“Thank you..” Vaughn said in a low tone once Kaz had given it to him. He shifts to sit with his legs cross, looking down as he turned the granola bar over in his hand. He bit at his lower lip before peeling the wrapper open and taking a slow bite.

Kaz nodded again. He didn’t trust himself to speak any more. Just having an anxiety attack would be better than being stuck on the verge of having one. He wanted to curl up in a ball and cry at this point. Hell, he would feel better with anyone comforting him. The only person he could ask was Vaughn though, and he knew that would end horribly

Vaughn had quickly begun to give into his hunger. He had soon finished the granola bar, tossing the crumbled up wrapper into a closeby bin. He brushed the crumbs from his clothes, glancing back at Kaz, who seemed to look in distress. “Are you okay?” He asked slowly.

Kaz shook his head, and before he realized it a tear slid down his nose to blurr his glasses slightly. He curled in on himself slightly, wrapping his arms around himself as he shook

Jules thrashes around, still sleeping, she takes a deep breath to scream, her mind flashing through everything she didn't want to admit. As she was about to scream, she woke up. Breathing heavily she suryved the room. A boy, laying in the other bed. The boy from the cafeteria. The one who's.. "talkative", or not. Is he awake yet? She propped herself up on her elbow, wincing. She was always sore in the morning. She watched him, noticing his breathing was uneven and deep, He's awake then. "Morning." Jules said groggily, rubbing her eyes. "Guess you're the roommate I've heard so little about."

Vaughn watched Kaz, his eyes widening slightly when he realized that the boy had started crying. “Kaz? What’s wrong?” He asked, hesitantly putting his hand on Kaz’s shoulder. He had been given food, comforting him was the least he could do.

“Everything hurts,” Kaz said shakily, trying to suppress a sob. “I feel like my insides are boiling and my head is broken and-and-“ He was cut off by a small sob, and he leaned into Vaughn’s touch while trying to suppress the urge to surge forward and make Vaughn hug him or something

Tenor sits up. Looks at the girl. An image, of breaking her nose against the desk. Shaking his head to clear it. A faint nod to her. Acknowledgement.

“Okay, okay,” Vaughn murmured, trying to think of how to help. After the murders, he suffered from plenty of panic attacks himself, but he was either left to deal with it or given a sedative. He wasn’t quite sure how to help Kaz. So, he just decieded on rubbing Kaz’s back with his hand until he could think of something else to do.

Kaz, throwing his reservations out the window, leaned forward in an attempt to get Vaughn to hug him. He knew Vaughn probably wouldn’t appreciate his getting tears all over his outfit, but at this point he couldn’t bring himself to be scared

"So um.. how are we here? Did you- uh, did they- um," she said, not being able to get a sentence out. " How did I get here?" She asked finally. "And.. um.. why am I wearing different clothes?" She looked down. She was wearing the pajamas she only ever wore when she had visitors. A small black tank top, with short black shorts, covered in turquoise and lavender polka dots. Control or be controlled, she had thought after buying them, after the "accident". She pulled a blanket around her as she stood, she had a problem with a guy she didn't know seeing her in these. Don't trip, Jules. Don't trip.

Vaughn tensed at the gesture, jaw clenching as he looked at Kaz. The kid was a mess, so he decided it would be fine. Just this once. So, with a reluctant sigh, he wrapped his arms around Kaz in a hug.

Kaz sobbed quietly, the hug helping ease his anxiety significantly. “I’m sorry, I’m probably making you r-really uncomfortable,” he said, trying to stop crying long enough to talk

Tenor looks at the girl. Still with dried rust on his chin. Taste in his mouth. "Knocked us out. Brought us here." Silence. White walls. White floor. White room. White skin. White skin. White skin. Digging his fingernails into his arm. Something other than white. Rust. Red. Blood.

“It’s fine,” Vaughn mumbled, continuing to sit with his arms wrapped around Kaz. He had to admit, he was feeling slightly more comfortable around Kaz than he had been in the past.

“Cool.”

//they’re getting stabbed?

"Yep," Aliana wouldn't share her actual feelings. That man was the one who sent her here. She hated him with a passion and was glad he died. The man also gave her a few fears that affected her constantly, not to mention the three suicide attempts.

Kaz still felt horrible, less from anxiety now and more from the fact that he knew he was upsetting Vaughn. He didn’t want to, but he could only seem to wrap his arms around Vaughn and continue to cry quietly into his collar

Vaughn continued to hug Kaz, one hand moving to rub at his back in an attempt to be comforting. He sighed softly, glancing around the room. His vision wasn’t as blurred as it had been, but his body still ached.

Kaz eventually stopped crying, now only sniffling quietly. He went to move away but stopped himself, Vaughn’s presence suddenly too comforting to leave. “I’m sorry,” he muttered

“It’s fine,” Vaughn murmured, shaking his head head slowly as he spoke. His hold on Kaz loosened, but he didn’t quite let go of the boy.