Sane chapter, different POV.

ROSE:

Rose had a bad feeling. It was like a sickly prickly feeling in the gut that refused to go away. Shortly after they arrived at the hotel room, Kanaya had hoped into the shower to try and warm up, and she went downstairs to the bar and ordered a drink.

The wine did not help the prickly feeling, and it just made her feel worse. She walked into the hotel room, and saw Dave watching the news. It made her sick that she was drinking, especially when Dave was dying from substance abuse, and her mother had already died from it.

She sat down on the bed, "So, Jack Noir is finally dead?"

"Good riddance." Dave spat, "This is all his fucking fault."

His fault? How would this be Jack's fault? Did Dave have something to do with that horrible man? She looked at Dave, wondering if he would offer some sort of explanation, but he remained painfully silent. His uncharacteristic silence was really starting to worry her. She could not help but fear what he was thinking about…

"Rose…" He whispered, finally saying something.

Even though he finally spoke, it did nothing to ease her mind, and she felt her stomach to a painful flop. She reached over and shut the television off, "Yes?"

"I'm tired." He said softly. The way he said that scared her.

"Want me to turn the light off?" She asked. Though mentally, she knew that was not what he meant, but she would prefer not to think that way.

"No… not sleepy tired… just tired." He sighed.

Yes, he just proved her fears. He basically just admitted to her, that he was ready to die. Fear spread through her like wildfire, and she got up, needing to close the space between them. She sat the wine glass down on the bedside table, and sat down next to him. A stray strand of hair had fallen in his face, and she unconsciously brushed it away. He was so cold… his skin felt like ice under her touch.

Without thinking, she said, "What do you want to do then?" But she already knew the answer to this.

"I don't know…" He said with a weak chuckle, "I'm just tired."

He looked like he was having some inner conflict, his eyes were half closed beneath his shades, and they were not focusing on anything. She knew he was sorting things out mentally, but wished she could figure it out.

… Some therapist she turned out to be…

She suddenly felt really guilty. All she wanted was for him to talk to her, tell her how he felt. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a soft whisper, "Dave…"

"Can you do me a favour?" He asked,

"Anything." She nodded.

"I changed my mind… I want some pain-killers now." His voice was course, and she could hear the emotion behind it. He was conflicted, but at the same time, she knew he had made up his mind.

"Certainly." She nodded.

She got up. If he was asking for the pain-killers, maybe he would take his other medications as well? She would do anything to see him out of pain right now…

She walked over to her bag, and pulled out his medications.

"Just the pain-killers." He snapped.

Rose frowned. There goes that idea. With the state he was in, there was no way she was going to force the issue. She dropped all the bottles but the pain-killers back into the bag, "As you wish."

She turned around and returned to his bedside. He looked even more conflicted then he did before, maybe a little confused even. She handed him a container of apple juice, and the pill.

"Thank you." He said,

"I know how you like your apple juice." It was the only thing she could think of saying.

"You are awesome." He replied.

She watched as he forced himself to sit up. Her entire body wanted to reach out and help him, but she knew he had to do this by himself, so she just sat there, feeling useless as he popped the pill in his mouth, and chugged the apple juice.

When he finished, he put the empty container next to her glass of wine.

"Rose." He said softly,

For some reason, she felt that this was it. That prickly feeling in her stomach exploded through her, and she reached out to rub his back, feeling helpless and useless as her brother suffered, "Yes?"

"I'm going for a walk." He said, looking away from her.

"Do you want me to go with you?" She asked, though she knew the answer.

"No. I want to go alone."

She was right. She swallowed hard. He had given up… she could see that in his eyes. For some reason, she felt as if this was his good-bye… a good-bye without actually saying it… a roundabout way…

She suddenly knew she was going to cry. Her eyes watered up, and she struggled as hard as she could to keep them down, to hide the emotional turmoil she felt, and be strong for him.

"Rose…" His voice sounded so weak and feeble…

"Yes, brother?" She heard her own voice crack, and the look on Dave's face when it did, made her instantly regret it. Where was her control? She had always been so good at controlling her emotions…

Dave reached up and wiped her eyes. She had not realized she had actually started crying.

He smiled, a sad, forced smile at her, "Thank you for everything. I love you, sis."

Something snapped within Rose as he said that… more like something shattered, and it took all her focus to keep from breaking down, "I love you to, 'bro'." She emphasized the pet name the Strider's seemed to use for their family members, and that seemed to cheer him up a bit.

This was it, she sucked in a deep breath, and stood up, backing away from him, and giving him a clear path to the door. He forced himself up, his arm shaking on the cane as he pressed all his weight against it - which by this point wasn't even all that much. He did not look at her as he headed towards the door, and Rose fought with the inner turmoil to follow him.

He stopped at the door, turning around to look at her, and smiled. Rose felt her blood turn cold as she saw him smile. It was strange, to see him smile like that, one hand on the door.

To her, it felt as if he was saying good-bye.

He opened the door, and closed it behind him, and Rose stood there awkwardly for a little bit, until her shoulders started to shake, and she started to cry.

"Good-bye…" She whispered after him.

She sighed and shook herself out of her daze, before turning back to her wine, and chugging the entire glass.

She stared at the empty glass, tears running freely down her face… and suddenly, she wanted more. She quickly reached down for her purse, and turned to run out of the hotel room.

KANAYA: Find Rose

I did not edit this chapter, but I will come back later to. I have to eat and get ready for work now :' (