Ciel woke up in the guest room of Sebastian's house again. How had he gotten here? Had he ever actually left at all, or was that just a dream?

No, it wasn't. Sebastian had definitely tracked him down, and he had been very angry...Ciel didn't want to face him if he was angry. His very bones felt weary, ready to sink into the mattress forever. He tried to force his body to sit up, but it wouldn't move. He was just too tired. His stomach growled and groaned, but not even that could overpower his fatigue. He closed his eyes, and was asleep again in seconds.
He had woken up and fallen asleep so quickly he hadn't even noticed that Sebastian was there, in a chair pulled up next to the bed, watching Ciel rest worriedly. He was trying to mentally prepare himself for what he would see in the video he would receive in two days. What fraternity could have remained in power like this for at least seven years? It had to be one of the ones funded by a family, then, to have kept it up through so many graduating years, right? No matter which one it showed, he would have no reservations about them; he just wasn't sure he could handle what he would see them do. It was so horrible, how arousing the mere thought of Ciel in any position was to Sebastian. He hated himself for it, but it was always there, flirting in the back of his mind. Cat ears? He wanted to pass out. But the thought of Ciel in any position with anyone else...that drove him mad. He saw red and his fists tightened just thinking about it.
He wanted Ciel to just have someone, anyone, that he could trust. Though Sebastian very badly wanted to be that person, he had to make the decision that as long as Ciel had someone, it didn't matter.

He didn't know that Ciel was slowly warming up to him, at his constant insistence that he help. The support was a relief, just to know that he had someone who believed in him, and he really did appreciate all that Sebastian had done for him. He would sleep with him just as a way to say thanks, probably, but that was exactly what Sebastian didn't want, and if Ciel knew what Sebastian's thoughts were, he wouldn't want to do that either. He didn't know anything about actual relationships. He still liked to entertain the thought of a family, but it was very different from what others would have imagined. He'd long since forgotten what a healthy family was supposed to be like. Ciel would never remember thinking any of these things, but if someone had told him he thought them, he wouldn't deny it. The thought of sex at all didn't do much for him; it was a tool for him, and though he realistically had little experience with relationships at all, he had done it so many times with no pleasure that he doubted it could ever make him feel anything but empty. Ciel didn't want to feel empty.

Ciel had been asleep for almost three hours when Sebastian realized that he didn't have his bag. He hadn't seen it in the apartment, either. Had he already moved? In his sleep, Ciel sighed a deep breath and stretched out, then pulled back in. He needed to eat, as soon as he woke up. Sebastian didn't want to, but he left the room, making sure the door stayed open as he went into the kitchen, and tried once more to make something. He hadn't had breakfast yet himself, but he didn't feel hungry like he normally would. Too much had happened to think about eating, and he was slowly beginning to understand what Ciel felt.
The pot began to boil, so Sebastian did not at first hear Ciel stirring. He was just shifting uncomfortably, every now and again making little grunts. Then, Ciel started to toss about, throwing the covers away with one arm and pulling them back with the other. He threw his shoulders into the air, his head thrown back and eyebrows tight, and cried out.
Immediately, Sebastian turned, but he did not act. Ciel had since fallen back to the mattress, but his legs were kicking slowly, and his head was pulled back into his shoulders. He was acting like he was trying to get something off of him. Sebastian stepped forward, still unsure how to react, and had his phone out to Google 'Do you wake a person having a nightmare?' When Ciel screamed and jolted up, hand slapping over his eyepatch. He either wasn't aware of or ignored the open door, crying out as he scrabbled at his eyepatch desperately, ripping it off and throwing it away from himself, and then hunching forward, hands around his eye. He must've been dreaming about when he was attacked, Sebastian realized. Ciel was making small panicked noises, like he had only just been stabbed and was trying to comprehend the pain he was receiving. Sebastian didn't want to do anything, but doing nothing sounded like a bad idea too.
"...Ciel..?"

He was as soft as he could be, but not soft enough. With a shout, Ciel whipped around and fell out of bed. He crawled backwards across the floor until his back hit a wall, and stared, a hand even then around his damaged eye. The polish on his nails had since chipped from the last time Sebastian had paid attention to it, and for whatever reason it was what he focused on. Ciel pushed his back against the wall until he was standing, but it was hardly imposing.
Until he pulled out a razor blade.
"Ciel, where...where did you get that?" Sebastian could easily overpower Ciel, but he didn't want to, and he certainly wouldn't have been prepared to discover how fast his student was. Ciel heard his own name again and seemed to recoil. He lowered the blade, and then threw it down with a cry.
"You...you need to..." He huffed, and then kicked the blade towards the door. "You need to get away from me! It's not, you're not, it's not safe to be around me, g-go away!"
"Ciel, what on earth are you talking about? You only had a nightmare-"
"-No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I didn't-I need my- gauh...gck!"
He grabbed the sides of his head and hunched over it.
"Your medication...you need it in the mornings, too, don't you?" Ciel nodded with an agonized cry.
"The...the painkiller... I at least needed that...AH!" His knees hit the carpet and he folded into himself, screaming. He ripped at his head until he pulled out hair and scraped his face, drawing blood horrifically. He slowed with a whimper.

"There's...there's nothing to do about it, not now..." Ciel whimpered. "I have to take it at very specific times..." He pulled in air through strangled breaths, and pushed away Sebastian's arms when they tried to help. "Go...go away..!" Ciel's hand found a fistful of Sebastian's shirt and pushed it away as hard as he could, which wasn't very hard when all his focus was on not throwing his head through a wall. He wouldn't leave, though, and Ciel was pulled into Sebastian's arms.
"We're going to the hospital, Ciel. I'm not giving you a choice anymore." Barely conscious, Ciel tried to refuse. He pushed away from Sebastian's chest and fell to the floor, where he rolled and tried to run. His hand grabbed his eyepatch when his professor nearly tackled him. Ciel began to cry.
"I can't-I can't! Don't take me to-you don't know what-let go!" Ciel shrieked, pushing Sebastian away with shocking force.
"For the love of God, Ciel, you need more help than I can give! This is all I can do anymore, please, just-" Sebastian stood over Ciel, who was reared onto his knees, and forced him to stand, too.

Ciel collapsed, and began to seize.

Sebastian shouted and jumped away, but Ciel stayed on the carpet, tremors running through his body. He shuddered and his eyes fluttered weakly, his face limp as his muscles contracted and released. Sebastian didn't know much about first aid, but he knew not to restrain a seizing person. There was nothing he could do but wait until the seizing was over. He pulled the chair in the corner away, never taking his eyes off of the trembling form.
Finally, the seizing stopped.
So did his breathing.
"Ciel? Ciel?"

What should he do?!
"Mroowr?" Sebastian almost didn't see the creature that streaked into the room until it was curled up on Ciel's chest. Sebastian loved cats; he nearly kicked it.
"Go, go! Get off of him!" Sebastian whipped out his phone and shooed the cat away, not having the time to wonder how the cat had followed them from Ciel's old apartment.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
"I- I'm with a student, he had a seizure, and now he won't breathe!"
"Alright, sir, where is your location?" Sebastian gave it, and everything stilled to him. He was giving Ciel compressions, and paramedics arrived, and the colors of their uniform were all gray, the questions they asked all muted, and Sebastian was dragged to the hospital numbly. He knew that they asked him if Ciel was taking medications, and he was, but Sebastian didn't know which ones. They asked where they were, Sebastian didn't know. He was sitting in a waiting room, he didn't know where. They allowed him to see Ciel, who was unconscious and horribly sick, he didn't know with what. He saw Ciel in a hospital bed in a white room, with an IV taped to the pale inside of his arm, he didn't know how long it had been. His eyes were closed, no eyepatch, the outside of his eyelid had no scar, Sebastian did not know how. He pulled a seat up next to the student, who did not stir. A doctor came by and quietly placed her clipboard at the foot of Ciel's bed. Sebastian wanted her to move it, he did not know why. She asked if he and Ciel had had sex; Sebastian said Ciel had, though not with him. With who? He did not know. The doctor gave him a strange look. He ignored it. She asked why he was with Ciel when he had his seizure; Sebastian considered.
"He wasn't feeling well; I wanted to make sure he was alright. He fell asleep...woke up in pain, screaming...he said he had missed his medication. Then...then he had the seizure." The woman looked from him to her patient, peering through thick glasses and wine red hair. She reminded Sebastian of Grell, in a way, and he did not trust her.
"Any idea which medications he's taking? Any at all? Or even an approximation of how many?"
"I...god, too many, that's how many. At least seven, eight?"
"Jesus, the poor child..." Her eyes turned pitifully towards Ciel. "...No wonder his scans showed so much damage."
"I'm sorry, scans?"
"We had to scan his head, because of the trauma to his eye. There were some very dark spots that didn't make much sense...I'm assuming he was taking antidepressant? It makes sense if that's the case."
"Can't you just check his medical records and find out?"

The doctor bounced on the balls of her feet as she thought.
"It's a difficult situation, this is. He was overseas for a large part of his treatment, and retrieving the records has taken some time. At first, we actually brought up his mother's by mistake." Sebastian didn't answer. Ciel stirred, lifting his head and moving it to the other side.
"He's just asleep, now. He's very sick, he is, should've come to the hospital ages ago."
"Oh, trust me, I told him the very same thing. He's just-uhm, he's... very selfless. Believes there are more important things than him."
"Believes he is worth nothing, more like." She scowled. "I hate seeing people like that. They're pathetic, really. So dramatic."
"Doctor Rin?"
"Yes, of course?" The doctor turned sweet again in an instant, pushing her rounded glasses back onto her face and turning to face the nurse whose head was peeking through the door.
"May I speak with you privately?"
"Ye-es, of course?" She glanced at her patient before swiping up her clipboard and leaving again. She and the nurse were only outside for a second before she came back in, heels clicking with vindication.
"Mr. Michaelis, some people downstairs wish to speak with you."
"Me?"
"You're his professor, correct?"
"I-yes, I am."
"It appears some other students are concerned."
"I-we-for the love of God, how many people do I have to tell? I'm not sleeping with him!"
"Don't tell me, tell them. They're waiting downstairs. I was about to ask you to leave anyways. He's much sicker than we thought."
"I-Thank you." Sebastian swallowed, and stood. It wasn't her fault. Ciel stirred, and murmured out.
"Sebastian..?"
"Ciel?"
"Sir, he needs rest."
"Hold on, he said my name."
"Sir, he's very sick, he's probably just reciting his thoughts before he-"
"-Please, Sebastian! I-I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't, didn't tell you sooner!" Ciel was sitting straight up and staring at Sebastian with a horrible, partially blind eye.
It was white most the way through, bloody red stained through the bottom of where his iris should have been blue, creating a kind of purple. There was a raised sort of welt on the surface of his eye where the razor had entered the eye, and it was long and thin, the mark of an unprepared hand. His pupil was still open and relatively round, cloudy though it was, but it was beautifully symmetric to the other.
"Tell me what?"
"Sir, you're making it worse, you need to leave!" The nurse who had been desperately pulling Sebastian's arm finally got him to the door with a final shove out of it. Behind the door, Ciel's scream was cut off, and the doctor shouted. Sebastian stood facing it blankly. He wanted to throw the door in again, but he swallowed heavily and turned away.
As he descended the stairs, his anxiety ascended. Which students had come to speak with him? He stopped in his tracks, almost stumbling down the step. Were they from this fraternity?

Sebastian had questions without anyone who would answer them and answers to questions he had yet to ask.
He considered just leaving. Oh, he wanted to. It would've been easy; it wasn't like Ciel expected anything of him. He didn't want Ciel to feel like he owed him anything, either. But the blind, slim, impossible hope of somehow freeing him from this pain, of making a friend in Ciel (possibly more), brought about a sort of determined guilt, and he began to walk again with his head snapped forward, focused and businesslike. Whoever it was waiting for him, he would be prepared handle them.