Cecil was yelling at him again. It was nothing he hadn't heard from the Voice before, but he needed his medication. His chest burned and his throat was tight.
"You worthless asshole! You're just a bastard who hides behind a cheery smile -!"
"Please stop," Kevin whispered, voice thick and barely audible.
"Kevin?" Cecil inquired and, if the world weren't so blurry behind tear-filled eyes, Kevin would have seen his brow furrow in concern.
"I-I'm fine!" Kevin chirped as the first drop of moister fell from his eye, he didn't even sound convincing to himself.
"Kevin... Are you crying?" Cecil asked, his face dropping.
"No, I'm No-OT!" The end came out in a strangled scream as the blades and needles punished him. He collapsed to his knees.
Cecil reeled back, not expecting to see a sight like this, ever. "Kevin, you're -"
"I need my medication!" Kevin gasped, before beginning to ramble, "I'm awful at taking it, I hate taking it, the veins in my arms aren't good anymore, the marks are scarring -"
He was cut off by Cecil pulling an arm around him and holding him to his chest. "Shh, it's alright Kevin; you need to calm down." He couldn't see behind the blood, but realised Cecil had keeled down to him.
"I-I'm getting blood on your shirt," He pants, unable to do more with the oxygen turning toxic around him.
"It's fine, it's not my favourite; just breath for me," Cecil instructs, calm and steady as Kevin grips at his lapels desperately, crumpling the fabric.
"C... C-can't..."
"Please try. Like this," Cecil inhaled slowly for five seconds and Kevin followed as well as he could before a choking sob welled up unbidden. "Do it again, follow me."
Cecil guided him through the panic attack and the Desert Bluff Voice slumped against his chest. "Th'nk you..." He slurred, night's of insomnia crashing down on him, smothering him. Smothering.
"Where's you're medication?" Cecil asked.
"J'ck't," Kevin mumbled into the fabric-clad chest of his self-proclaimed enemy.
Strong hands fumbled in his jacket pockets and he leaned into the touch. How long had it been since he was touched? Since he was held? Longer than he'd like to think...
Cecil traced the syringe, once he'd found it, with his thumb. It had, emblazoned on it's side in orange letters, the Strexcorp logo with the name 'Sunny Smile'. Cecil frowned; it didn't seem like a medication of any kind, something was off about it.
Not wanting to upset Kevin, and maybe stop the blood that was still trailing lazily down his cheeks from behind purple-stained eyelids, Cecil uncapped the needle. He was about to squeeze the plunger, squirting some out in the hopes to avoid a deadly air bubble, when he stopped and grabbed an unused paper cup from his desk and squeezed it into there instead. He wasn't a scientist, he couldn't know what it was; but he had Carlos.
He injected Kevin as well as he could and fished his mobile from his pocket, selecting his most-used contact.
The phone was picked up on the third ring, "Hi Cecil."
"Carlos, I need your science."
