Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Huddled up beside the downstairs toilet, Joe let his face rest against the cold cistern, the world more than a little bit out of focus. He was sweating bullets, leaving his muscle shirt drenched and his skin clammy. He didn't remember reaching the floor, or how he'd fitted himself into the gap, but he was sure that getting up off the floor was largely off the table given how much the world was moving.
He was vaguely aware of the whiskey bottle on the floor opposite him, laying on its side, and open packet of meds on the counter. Shivering, he closed his eyes, too warm and yet too cold. At least the pain he'd been feeling was gone, only to be replaced by feeling sick.
It wasn't a great feeling, but he could understand why some people did it. It drove off a lot of things with its own set of retaliation points. His thoughts clouded over again, leaving his body numb and clumsy as it reacted to everything else on auto-pilot. Moving awkwardly and slow, he managed to be sick in the toilet. Drawing in air after the episode, he bit his lip as a new wave of sickness threatened him.
the scene in front of her made her blood run cold. all she'd come downstairs for was a drink. a simple drink of cool water to take back upstairs before she fell back into hopefully a blissful slumber before the sun rose over the horizon in a few hours. it was all she'd wanted. but the sound of someone throwing up in the downstairs toilet had stopped her short of the kitchen. she hadn't heard anyone get up and she'd thought the doors upstairs were all closed but in the dark she couldn't really be sure. so it had been a mystery as to who it had been. had she known it was joe would she have stopped? things had been so up in the air between them lately and it seemed that he wanted nothing to do with her and she wasn't that keen on being around him either but she couldn't say without a doubt that she would have left him. he was her brother after all and despite their venom and strikes on each other, that meant something to her. she wasn't sure what it meant to him but she had a feeling if he asked her, it would mean nothing.
still she had investigated, opening the bathroom door just a crack to offer a glass of water to the poor family member hurling their guts up but she hadn't expected what she'd seen. she'd opened the door wider and her gasp, she hoped, would have alerted him to the fact there was someone there and her eyes took in the sight of her brother curled around the toilet, the bottle laying on it's side next to him and the pills, the open pill packet that she couldn't be sure how many he'd taken. had he been trying to kill himself? was he in that much pain he'd thought that the best fix would have been to end it? did he hate being back here that much it was the best way to leave? all those thoughts swirled through her head as she stood there, stunned for a moment before her instincts kicked in and she seemed to wake up.
she stepped over his legs so she was in the bathroom and within a second she'd crouched down to grab some towels from the cupboard under the sink. "joe? etes-vous avec moi?" she spoke to him, not really expecting much of an answer but some sign he was still coherent was what she was after. she saw the way his shirt was drenched but saw the distinct shiver that was making his body vibrate. "how many did you take?" she asked him hurriedly, setting the towels on the sink so she could grab the packet into her hands before she looked at him again, panic and worry etched onto her face. "joe did you take more than you were supposed to!?"
The words reached him but it felt like forever between hearing them and understanding what was said in between all the shaking and heaving.
"Yeah..."
He let his head rest against the wall for a moment, shutting his eyes. He was so fucking tired, all he wanted was to sleep.
"How many did you take?" she asked him hurriedly. "Joe did you take more than you were supposed to!?"
He winced at the tone as it echoed through his hearing aid, vaguely aware he needed to get another one at some point. He fought his good hand to hold up four fingers to the question before he leaned back into the toilet to purge himself of everything.
"I just... just wanted to go to sleep... for once..."
when he answered her she felt her knees almost go weak with relief. so he hadn't taken enough to kill himself, there was that. she looked down at him as she rested her hands on the towels, the packed in her hand as she tried to count how many had been in there and how many should have still been in there. she thought quickly that she should get dustin or kara again. avery or holly, someone who could help him more than she could but she didn't, something told her that she needed to stay there with him. he was her brother and she loved him and she wasn't about to let him go through whatever this was on his own. four, well that wasn't so bad. was it? she dropped the packet onto the sink again as she grabbed the towels and she lowered herself to her knee's next to her older brother and she draped a towel over the shoulders of his shaking frame and she put one down on the ground next to him, just in case she needed to wipe anything up in the near future.
she watched as he lowered his head into the toilet and she reached in to cup her hand against his forehead softly, feeling how sweaty he was and she grimaced a little at how awful he must have been feeling in the moment. she knew that he might yell at her for it but she was trying to stop his head from slamming into the porcelain, the last thing he needed was a concussion on top of this. it was awful to listen to but at least he was getting them up, the longer they were in his system the more damage they could do to him. "it's okay joe." she said softly to him, doing her best to comfort him in that moment but wondering if it would be well received, even in his current state. she did decide in that moment that she didn't care what his reaction would be. she wasn't an uncaring person, she couldn't do nothing. so she used her free hand to rub up and down his back gently as his body tried to purge himself of everything in it.
He barely heard her over his own pathetic noises, not entirely sure he wanted to hear her or if he was remotely ok with his younger sister being in the same room as he was, beside him as he was casually, violently ill with his head in the toilet bowl. Frankly, he wouldn't have done the same for her if he thought about it - there was something in the action that felt wrong to him, but there was no way he could tell her to fuck off and get out right now anyway. Far too preoccupied.
He felt the towel fall over his shoulders, and it would've been an absolute lie to say that he didn't almost shit himself as a reaction, because it was a near thing. But what made things worse to him was the fact she was holding his forehead - a tender action, he knew meant well. And then he jumped at the touch on his back, the action meant to be soothing but it was not an action he found soothing. He didn't like people touching him in general, but his back was a very particular area - there were so many ridges and gouges in his flesh, and he remembered the recovery.. how much it hurt.
Another time, he might've yelled and snapped and taken Heather's head off with a verbal assault, but he couldn't raise that fire. Not right now. So all that escaped him was a pitiful pleading.
