Matt and Adam let Jeff have a little time to himself before they went in and checked on him. When they did finally go in there, they found Jeff huddled under a mountain of blankets, shivering and shaking like a leaf, but sweating at the same time. Matt winced and sat down next to his baby brother. He knew that this withdrawal was going to be really hard on the younger man. Jeff had been pretty dependent on the pills. "Adam and I are here for you Jeffey," he said softly as he took his brother's hand. "We're right here with you."

Jeff flinched and tried to scoot back. "No," he whispered hoarsely. "Go away. I don't want you here."

Adam shook his head and sat down on the bed too. "That's not going to work on us Jeffey," he said as he began stroking Jeff's hair gently. "We're not going away no matter how hard you try to push us into doing it."

Jeff sighed (or maybe it was a groan) and closed his eyes. His face was a shade of pale Matt had never seen before and never wanted to again. Feeling beside himself with guilt, Matt wanted to try to make this process as easy on Jeff as he could. "Do you want me to get you anything?" he asked. "Water, soup, anything?"

Jeff just groaned again. He began trying to pull the covers over his head when he stopped and sat straight up. "Oh God," he groaned as he scrambled out of bed as fast as he could and bolted out of the room.

Adam frowned. "What the hell was that about?"

That question was answered a second later when they heard Jeff puking. Matt sighed and went into the bathroom with Adam right on his heels. They found Jeff on his hands and knees on the ground, his head inside the toilet bowl and his whole body shaking and jerking violently with every heave. "It's okay baby," Matt said as he pulled Jeff's hair back. "Just let it all out. Maybe it will make you feel better."

Adam winced at the sound of Jeff throwing up, but to his credit, he didn't bail out of the room. He just grabbed a rag and wetted it with warm water. Matt knew this had to be killing the blonde's stomach, so he really appreciated the effort his boyfriend was trying to make at the moment.

Jeff kept heaving over and over until he had nothing left in him, and even afterwards he let out some dry ones that sounded like they almost hurt. "Matty," he groaned as he pulled his head up. "The room's spinning Matty. Make it stop."

Matt helped Jeff to his feet and flushed the toilet, not sure how to make that request happen. "Come here baby," he said as he put the toilet seat down and helped Jeff sit on it. "Adam's going to wipe your face off and get you some mouth wash so you don't have vomit breath while I get you some new clothes, okay?"

Jeff shook his head. He was shaking so bad that his attempts to grab Matt and Adam were pathetically weak. "No…don't want different clothes…just take me to your room."

Adam wiped Jeff's face off with the rag very gently. "You want us to lay with you?" he asked. It was a reasonable question because their bed was bigger than Jeff's.

Jeff only managed a slight nod before doubling over and groaning in pain. Matt quickly grabbed him and pulled him up so Adam could open the toilet seat back up. Jeff coughed and heaved a few times, but nothing actually came out. Matt sighed, his heart feeling heavier than it ever had before. Jeff was shaking so bad that it was pretty much impossible to keep him still, and his clothes and body were drenched in so much sweat that Matt's clothes were getting damp just from holding him. "Adam get a bucket and bring it to the bathroom," Matt said as he scooped Jeff into his arms. He was shocked by how light Jeff really was. No wonder he always wears baggy clothes; he's a fucking toothpick. "He shouldn't be running all the way to the bathroom in his condition."

Adam nodded. "Sure thing Matty."

Jeff clung to Matt's neck as the raven haired man carried him into his bedroom. "It hurts Matty," he cried softly. "It feels like I'm dying Matty."

Matt put Jeff down on the bed and covered him up before laying down next to him. He knew that withdrawal was bad, but this seemed to be way beyond bad. If this doesn't let up soon, I'm taking him to the hospital. I don't care how much of a fuss he throws about it. I can't stand to see him hurting like this.

Adam joined them a few minutes later. He was carrying a bucket, two white pills and a glass of water. "I grabbed some anti-nausea medicine," he explained as he set the bucket down on the floor next to the bed. "I was hoping this would help him a little bit."

Well it couldn't hurt to at least give it a try. Matt helped Jeff sit up and Adam coaxed the pills into Jeff's mouth before having him take a drink of water. "There you go," Adam said softly as he put the glass of water down on the desk before laying down with them. "Now let's just hope you can keep that down."

Jeff just sobbed and pulled the covers all the way up to his chin. "Blondie…Addy…help me. I don't want it to hurt anymore."

"Ssshhh, I know you don't baby," Adam said soothingly. He smoothed down Jeff's hair and kissed him on the cheek. "We want to help make it stop, but this is just going to have to pass on it's own. There's nothing any of us can really do to make this go faster."

Jeff just whined loudly and curled up into the fetal position. Matt felt his heart breaking in two and he hugged his brother tightly, not surprised at all that Adam did the same thing. He knew that Adam understood how much Jeff needed love and support after the coldness that Gil had provided. Hell, that coldness was probably a major factor in this entire mess anyway.

A muffled sound interrupted Matt's thoughts and it took him a couple of seconds to realize that Jeff had actually said something. "What was that honey?" he asked gently. "I didn't hear you."

Jeff sighed shakily and took his face away from the pillow so he could talk a little clearer. "I'm being punished, aren't I Matty? I'm being punished for being a whore."

Adam and Matt exchanged looks. Neither of them expected to hear that. "No Jeff, that's not it at all baby," Adam said as he shook his head. "This is only happening because your body is getting the toxins from those pills out of your system."

Jeff didn't look convinced. "I didn't mean to be a whore," he whimpered. "But I didn't think I could be loved so I thought sex would be the next best thing. I didn't mean for everything to get so out of control."

Matt rubbed circles on Jeff's back. "I know you didn't baby," he said softly. "You don't need to worry about this right now. You just need to rest and concentrate on beating this shit."

The words did little to really comfort Jeff. He just continued to whine and whimper incoherently, desperately seeking out both Adam and Matt with his hands all while trying to bury himself deeper into the bed. Finally, after about another forty five minutes of that, Jeff drifted off into a restless sleep.

"Jesus, he's not doing well Matty," Adam whispered.

Matt didn't need that to be pointed out to him. That was pretty fucking obvious. "I know he's not baby," he said as he hugged Jeff tightly. "But we've got to keep trying to help him ourselves if we can. He's hated hospitals ever since Mom died."

Adam nodded. "I get that. But if he gets worse--"

"Then we'll take him in. I'm not arguing with you on that." He kissed Jeff on the head before leaning forward and kissing Adam. All they could do at the moment was wait and see what happened when Jeff woke up again. Hopefully, the worst of it was either over completely or almost over. Matt doubted he could take much more if it wasn't. This was hurting him just as bad emotionally just as it was hurting Jeff physically. Come on Jeffey, pull through this for me. I need the real you back, not this shell you turned into. Come on baby, I know you can do this. You just need to fight through it.