Nathan walked hesitantly towards Duke's hospital room. The nurse on duty had told him that they were still keeping Duke sedated so he wouldn't be awake, but he wanted to see for himself that his friend was still here. They'd been through so much and he was terrified that this was it. Duke wasn't going to bounce back from this with that Jack Sparrow attitude. The darkness was just going to claim him the way it had his father and his grandfather before him. They had really fucked it up this time.

Turning the corner, he saw Duke laying there in the bed. Both of his wrists were covered with leather restraints. A soft blanket draped over him and his head lay back flat against the bed. It was the most inanimate that Nathan had seen him ever, a stark contrast to the man who had sat with him in the cave and an even starker contrast to the man that he usually was. Nathan walked closer, gently turning over Duke's arm that was closest to him. He looked at the cuts now in the light, noticing how hastily done they were. He tried to guess at the kind of weapon used. It didn't look like a kitchen knife had done this. Maybe something from Duke's kit. That still didn't answer the why, though.

He thought back to that time in the police station, that first time that they had allowed Duke to use his Trouble to get rid of a dangerous Trouble. It had been the only option and Duke had done it willingly, but after that...

He looked away from these cuts, closing his eyes. It should have been a warning. "This isn't you." The words had more power when he whispered them now, in the quiet room with only the dimmed noises of the inner working of the hospital to break the silence. "This isn't you, Duke."

They had calmed him down that time, kept him from losing himself, and he had even apologized to Dwight over a drink at the Gull. Instead of thinking that didn't end as badly as they thought it would, they should have been remembering how Duke crumbled to the floor, the look of intense pain in his eyes when it was over.

"Hey," Audrey's voice came from behind him. Broken from his thoughts, Nathan turned around and looked at Audrey. She had that same guilty, somber look in his eyes that he felt in his heart, as she walked over to the other side of the bed.

"How long you been standing there?" He asked, backing away, watching as she did the same inspection of the other arm as he'd done. Yep, definitely something from Duke's kit.

"Not long. I just got here. Dwight and Jordan called off the Guard." She said, not even looking at him.

"That's good. They understand what happened?"

"Yeah, or at least enough to give him another chance." She turned Duke's arm back around, set it down gently, before pulling the blanket back around his arm. Why hadn't they dressed his arms? While he wasn't actively bleeding, infection could still get in through the deep cuts.

"Why do you think he did that?" Nathan asked, not even thinking about what he was saying.

"Nathan..." Audrey's head whipped towards him, and she looked stricken.

"Not... all of this. Why do you think he cut himself? It doesn't make sense if he was trying to get closer to the Troubled person's blood. He just absorbs it."

"Maybe guilt? He cut into himself to try to rid himself of their blood, maybe?" Audrey guessed, but she looked as confused as he was as to the whys. They would need to wait for Duke to wake up before they got any real answers, and who even knew what he would be like when that happened.

Nathan looked around the room for a chair, and pulled it towards the side of the bed, settling in to wait for him to wake up. Audrey did the same on her side of the bed, and they sat in silence, waiting for whatever was to come.

Duke lazily opened his eyes, trying to clear the cobwebs out of his head. The last thing he remembered was being with Nathan in that cave. When he had gotten his eyes opened, the light coming through a window struck him and he squeezed his eyes closed tight, turning his head quickly in the opposite direction. Whatever had happened, it couldn't be good. This felt like the world's worst hangover and everything before the cave was kind of fuzzy. He tried to get the strength to lift his head again and failed, but he opened his eyes, noticing a very fuzzy Nathan sitting next to his bed, slouched over in a chair. Why was Nathan in this room with him? Where was he? What had happened? What had he done?

He tried to move his hand up to wipe his hair away and squeeze the bridge of his nose, but it wouldn't move. Grunting, he lifted his head, the room spinning, and looked down at both of his arms. Leather restraints covered both of his wrists. "The hell?" His voice came out in a slur, and he cleared his throat to try again. It felt like he had cotton in his mouth. He yanked at his wrists, trying to get free. This was cruel and unusual punishment. There was never a good reason to tie someone to a bed.

Nathan opened his eyes at the noise and immediately stood from his chair and moved closer. "Duke? It's okay. You're in the hospital. Just calm down, man."

"Nathan? What's going on? Why am I in these... things?" Duke's voice was still slurring, but he felt like he had enough control over his voice for Nathan to have heard him.

"Audrey," Nathan called, and it was only then that Duke realized that she was sitting on the other side of the bed in her own chair. He turned to look at her, and was instantly reminded of the bright lights and how he did not want to look in that direction. Squinting, he looked back in Nathan's direction, and continued to struggle with the restraints, while trying to look cool for her.

"Hey, Audrey. Can you tell me what's going on here? 'Cause I'm not really liking these things being on my wrist."

"I'm going to go get a nurse," Audrey said, sounding worried, and completely ignoring him. She got up and walked out the door.

"Audrey! Audrey!" He yelled after her. "Damnit! Nathan, you have to get these things off of me."

"Just calm down, Duke. Do you remember what happened?" Nathan asked, not moving to help Duke with the restraints. He spoke in a calming voice that made Duke ask himself again what the Hell was going on.

Duke tried to get zen. He could do it. He meditated all the time. It had to work right now if he was going to convince anyone to let him go. He didn't usually meditate while tied up, though. Focusing on Nathan's question, he took a deep breath and gave the man a look. "The last thing I remember was being in a cave with you. There was... I don't remember. I crawled in there?"

"Yeah, you crawled in there, buddy. What else do you remember?" Nathan's voice was sympathetic, soothing. He should remember something more, but he couldn't grasp it. He took a few more deep breaths, and tried to forget where he was. There were a few quiet moments between them before memories flooded back in a wave. Audrey and Nathan wanting him to use his Trouble... ability... whatever to get rid of some of the worst Troubles, killing people who weren't that violent without them knowing about it, everything just piling up, and he hurt himself. He was trying... he realized that he no longer had the whole zen thing down. He couldn't breathe anymore and there were loud, gasping, almost breaths that were being squeezed from him. The dizziness was getting worse and he felt like he was back in a cave of a different kind. He fought the restraints, trying to escape. Nathan was rubbing his arms, holding him close and whispering to him that it would all be all right.

Audrey came back into the room with a doctor, and he hoped that the doctor could do something about his breathing. "Duke, it's all right. We're here," Audrey said in a calm voice as the doctor moved towards him with a needle.

"What is he doing?" Duke yelled. "No! I'm fine! I don't need that! Get away from me!" Duke started struggling and kept struggling, even as he felt the needle pierce his skin and the darkness start to reclaim him.

As his head lolled back against the bed and he felt sleep trying to claim him, he heard Nathan's voice from far away. "He remembers what happened."

"What the Hell happened?" Audrey demanded, looking in shock at her friend, back asleep now on the bed. She turned to Nathan for answers.

"He woke up. The restraints made him a little uneasy. Then, I asked him what he remembered and he seemed to be having a flashback. Then, he freaked out. I think it's safe to assume that he remembers what happened." Nathan told her, running one hand over the back of his head in an anxious movement. "I think he may have had an anxiety attack."

He looked at the doctor, who was standing in the room with them still. "Am I right?"

The doctor nodded in affirmation. "I was hoping to avoid stressing him out the second he woke up, but you seem to have taken care of that. It looked like he was having an anxiety attack when I came in here. Given Mr. Crocker's history, I can't imagine realizing the restraints were on his wrists helped with the situation any. I've given him another sedative. I would set up an IV, but he needs to deal with what's going on eventually, not just be knocked out and restrained indefinitely."

Audrey was making a "Is he kidding?" look behind the doctor's back. Bluntness was definitely this guy's strong suit.

"When he wakes up next, I must insist that try your best to keep him calm until a professional can take over his care. I'll be back in here to check on him in a little while." The doctor made some notes on his notepad and left the room, leaving Audrey and Duke in stunned silence.

"So maybe asking him what he remembered wasn't the best move I could have made." Nathan shrugged and sat back down in the chair. "Either way, now we know that he remembers what he did and we can hopefully work with him."

"Did he say what he was remembering?" Audrey asked, moving to sit back in the chair she'd vacated and grabbed one of Duke's hands again.

"No, I'm just going by his reaction. It has to be a lot, though, to have set him off that bad." Nathan put his hands on his knees and moved to get up. "Right now would be a good time to have someone like Claire working for us. I have to go. I have to check in with the Guard, make sure that they're up to speed. Maybe someone there will have an idea on how to handle this... addiction."

"It would be nice if it were as simple as getting someone off drugs, but..."

"...this is Haven. Exactly. The self-injury alone isn't as simple as getting someone off drugs. And it's not as though we can just send him to rehab or a psychiatric hospital until the urges go away." Nathan shook his head and lifted himself out of the chair. "I'll be back. Keep him calm if he wakes up again?"

"You know I will," Audrey promised, as Nathan grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room.

Audrey held onto Duke's hand, willing him to wake up so that she could at least see what they were dealing with. It was only fair seeing as Nathan had gotten the chance to see what was going on with him not once, but twice. She couldn't believe it had gotten this far, couldn't believe that they had let it get this far. It wasn't Duke's fault. Okay, well, maybe it was his fault a little bit. He was responsible for his own actions, after all. Did this count as one of those situations, though? He had self-control, but what if, after his Trouble was triggered, like so many other residents of Haven, he couldn't control his own Trouble?

She placed her other hand on top of the one holding onto Duke's hand, and rested her head against her hands. It was their job to help people with Troubles. They had helped so many of the less violent Troubled people, but they had failed to help Duke. They just sent him in the direction of the most dangerous of the Troubled, not even thinking twice that what they were doing here could be more dangerous than any of them combined. They could lose a friend.

She shook her hands over Duke's hand, partially in an effort to control her emotions and keep from crying and partially hoping that he would wake up so she could see if he was salvageable. There was no way he wasn't salvageable. He was just going to be fine and that was that. She wouldn't accept anything less. The hand below her hands started to move, and she sat up, moving back a little, holding her breath that he was waking up. "Come on, Duke. Open those brown eyes for me."

His head moved ever so slightly, rolling around to lay flat against the pillow, and he opened his eyes. He squinted against the light coming from the window and Audrey got up, moving to close the blinds and shut out the light. He was making some mumbling incoherent noises, and she could tell he was trying to get his bearings. She put her hand over his again, trying to stop the panic from the restraints this time. "Duke, it's all right. You're in a hospital, but you're going to be okay."

He seemed to focus on her and he cleared his throat several times in an effort to speak. "Audrey?"

"Yeah, Duke, it's me. How are you feeling?" She said gently, the way she'd heard Nathan speaking to him in the cave. She couldn't explain why that worked, but maybe she didn't need to as long as it worked for them.

"Thirsty. Head hurts." Duke asked. She looked around the room for something, a pitcher, a glass, weren't they supposed to have those things in every patient's room? Psych ward. Right.

"Hold on. I'm gonna go get some water. I'll be right back. Just... stay there." She could have kicked herself when she realized, 'where else was the poor man going to go?'

Audrey left the room and Duke let his head fall back, lazily lilting away from the window. Little slivers of sunlight were still coming through the blinds and he felt like he had the world's worst hangover... or migraine, but he was leaning towards the former because he knew that they had drugged him the last time. He tried the restraints again, but gave up after a few tries. If he stayed calm, they wouldn't have a reason to keep them on him. Except that he'd hurt people. He'd hurt people that Audrey and Nathan hadn't sent him after. He closed his eyes, willing the memories away. He could deal with this later, but right now, he just needed to stay calm so they would let him out of these things, or at the very least, stop drugging him into oblivion. He was starting to lose track of where he was and what day it was, and those are both important things to know.

Audrey came back into the room with a pitcher and the nurse that was on duty. "How are you feeling, Mr. Crocker?" The nurse asked in an overly chipper voice, and he played it off by flashing her a toothy smile.

"Just wonderful. Would be even better if I could get these things off, though. Know who I can see about that?" He was flirting and for a moment, Audrey thought that he looked an awful lot like his usual self, and she could convince herself he would be okay.

"I have to check with your doctor, Dr. Craig, but he's still around so I can get him. I'll be right back." She told him, smiling at him in return, before leaving with his chart.

Audrey smiled at him, a small closed lip smile that reminded him that she was probably still angry with him. He closed his eyes, and tried to think happy thoughts, better times, anything to keep calm. He heard water being poured into a glass then the tip of a cup being put up to his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked into Audrey's eyes. "Figured you'd need some help. I'm gonna give you small sips, okay?" He nodded his head at her. After a few awkward seconds of her helping him drink, Audrey stepped away from the bed.

"Audrey..." He didn't know how to broach the topic with her. It was easy with Nathan. Nathan had been there his whole life and they were some level of comfortable with each other that he didn't think he could ever have with anyone else. He didn't have to try to be his best when dealing with the other man, because he was taken at face value by Nathan. He knew Duke was a bad man and didn't try to sugar coat anything for him. With Audrey, it was different. She expected him to be a better man and he always felt the need to try to be that better man. "I'm sorry."

She reached out for his hand, moving closer to the bed. "We don't need to talk about this right now, Duke. Just rest, okay? We have time."