Mind jerking awake, he sat up. His vision was unclear and zoomed in and out like a camera adjusting its focus. It didn't take long for him to know that he was in his bed. Well, on top of it at least. Breathing deeply as tried to catch his breath, the brunette felt sweat trickle down the side of his face and forehead while the rest of his body felt rather warm. He lifted his right arm to his face, covering his eye as his finger tips brushed through his chocolate hair. What happened, how did he get in bed? How long had he been asleep? And when did he fall asleep anyway?

Ryan worked on forcing his mind to remember. Vision clearer in the dark, the only light was from his laptop that was half on his lap at an odd angle. He must have passed out while on it. Looking at the screen, he started to remember what he was doing before he fell asleep.

Skype IM with Scott Jund

DamnNoHTML: How you feeling?

ChaoticMonki: I'm fine

DamnNoHTML: No. You're not.

ChaoticMonki: What do you want?

DamnNoHTML: Cry you're not well, okay?

ChaoticMonki: Shut the fuck up Jund! I said I'm fucking fine. That's enough already. God dammit.

DamnNoHTML: What the fuck Ry?!  You're getting mad at every little fucking shit thing I fucking say or ask when I'm just trying to fucking look out for your dumb fucking ass!

ChaoticMonki: Fuck you! Last time I checked I didn't fucking ask for any of that from you! Fuck off my case, Jund!

Pushing his eyes away, Ryan couldn't read anymore. His heart felt heavy. It was even worse that he didn't get a reply. He sighed heavy. Slowly though, he was more annoyed with hints of anger. It was easier to feel more than anything else. Whatever.. Tone almost hissing as his hands pushed the laptop away on the bed off his leg. Rubbing his eyes as he swung his feet to the floor, Ryan felt the rings under his eyes. "Fuck.." he mumbled to himself. He didn't need Scott Motherfucking Jund to fucking baby his ass. "I can fucking take care of myself!" Yeah. Right.

Sighing heavily as his hands rested beside him on the bed. Ryan wasn't feeling so great. Fantastic. Stomach grumbling, he looked over to the laptop again, minimizing the Skype screen. He heard a ping but ignored it and didn't give it much thought as he looked to the clock. "Shit..It's fucking three in the morning…" Ryan growled lowly, agitated that he was awake and fell asleep. He wouldn't get back to bed.

"If you can take such great care of yourself you should have no problem going back to bed."

The very sound of Scott's voice on the laptop made his eyes dart to realize that he had been in a voice chat the whole damn time. Hazel eyes narrowed further as he yelled, "Would you fuck off already!?" Ending the call and slamming the laptop shut, Ryan was now int he dark of his bedroom.

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Scott's hands balled into tight fists as he slammed them against the desk as a loud swear echoed in his room bouncing off the walls. He had sworn so loud it scratched his throat. Huffing breaths, this was more out of hand and he couldn't do anything so far away from Ryan. The others sure as fuck couldn't go to Florida either. And with how he has been, there was no way whoever did manage to go, they would most likely not be welcomed. Looking to his desktop computer monitors, Scott was swift to act. No time to waste, he made the Skype call.

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Eyes still glaring it felt like his whole person was on fire. Grinding his jaw, his fingers tensed with the rest of him as he turned his head away sharply and stood up. He was still dressed in his torn jeans and pull over green hoodie. Even his sneakers were on. Sighing hotly with aggravation and annoyance, he walked out of his room, passing some empty glass bottles and cans, all alcohol related, as he made his way into the kitchen. Not giving the slightest shit about the cans and bottles in the sink and counter top, he opened the fridge and grabbed a six pack.

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"I have no fucking idea man,-"

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Taking it in his hand, he tore one away from the plastic binding as he straightened himself out standing. His finger pulled the tab, the fizzing sound meeting his ears. Heel kicked the door closed as he tilted his head back already guzzling the contents of the can.

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"-he's some kind of mad."