Sonny and Jason were both woken out of a light sleep by the sounds of yells and cries coming from Clay's room. They flew in the room as fast as they could to find him tossing and turning around in his bed.

Another nightmare. Except this one was much worse than any of the ones he had while still in the hospital. "He's getting worse." Sonny stated.

"Maybe. Or maybe it's because he's on lower doses of his meds. Naima did say this was a possibility. Either way, we gotta get him to open up and talk sooner rather than later." Jason never took his eyes off of a restless Clay while speaking to Sonny. "We gotta try to wake him up."

First, they tried waking him from a distance by calling his name and tapping his feet, not wanting to get too close in case he lashed out and woke up swinging. When that didn't work, they both took a side of the bed, grabbed an arm and started nudging and calling him until he finally shot up to a sitting position, fighting their grasps on his arms.

"Easy Clay! Easy!" Jason was trying to calm him down. "It's just us. Jason and Sonny. You're safe. Just relax."

It took a minute, but Clay eventually calmed down and relaxed, wincing as he dropped back a little too hard on his back. "I'm sorry." He kept repeating as he tried to get his heart to quit racing and breathing to slow down.

"It's ok, Clay. I'm gonna go grab you some meds." Jason said as he left the room to go grab some of the sleep meds Naima slipped him incase Clay had problems sleeping. He returned with the pill and a bottle of water almost as quick as he left and watched as Clay swallowed the pill.

Clay rolled over to his side to take some of the pressure off his back after taking the pill and was out cold almost immediately.

"Damn. What the hell did you give him?" Sonny asked.

"Just a light sedative Naima said would knock him out. It should hopefully help with the nightmares so we can all attempt to get some sleep." Jason paused. "I'm gonna call my therapist first thing in the morning and try to get him here in the next couple days. He's been eager to talk to Clay, but I wanted to try to give him some time to get settled in, but I think the quicker we jump on this the better."

"Good call. Why don't you head back to bed? I'm gonna go grab my blanket and pillows and sleep on the floor in here just incase it happens again, try to catch it early before he gets sucked too far into the dream." Sonny patted Jason on the shoulder on his way to grab his things and watched as Jason returned to his bedroom, leaving the door open.

Sonny laid his pillows on the floor next to the bed and then laid awake for the next hour or so just watching Clay and listening to his quiet, even breaths until he finally drifted off.

A light knock at the front door the next morning, woke Sonny up. He was completely exhausted. Clay had three more nightmares throughout the night. Thankfully none were as bad as the first one since Sonny had been able to catch them early, so he felt no need to wake Jason up for his help. Clay did manage to get a good hit in at one point which Sonny was sure would leave a mark though.

Looking at the clock, Sonny realized it was just after 8:30, which meant he probably only got a total of 4 hours of sleep, give or take. Each time Clay's nightmares woke him up, he would stay awake just watching Clay until he would fall asleep again.

When he heard another light knock, he wondered if he should get up to see who was at the door, but thankfully he heard Jason making his way to the front door.

"Lisa. Hey. Come in?" Jason said as he answered the door.

Hearing Lisa was at the door was enough to cox Sonny out to the kitchen. "Well, well, well. If it isn't miss Davis. TO what do we owe the please?" Sonny yawned.

Lisa and Jason both just stared at Sonny. "What the hell happened to you?"

"What do you- oh, you mean this?" Sonny pointed to what he assumed was a black eye. "Pretty boy might've lost a bunch of weight and muscle, but damn does he still pack a punch." He laughed nervously.

"He hit you?" Lisa sounded shocked.

"Yeah." Sonny chuckled. "Not intentionally though."

"He have another nightmare last night?" Jason asked.

Sonny shrugged his shoulders a bit and nodded. "Three to be exact."

"Three?!" Jason was surprised he didn't hear any of it. "Why didn't you wake me to help?"

"Figured at least one of us should be able to get some sleep. Besides, I caught them early so they weren't nearly as bad as the first one." Sonny admitted.

"Not that bad?" Lisa rose her eyebrows. "Sonny, you have a black eye that says otherwise."

"That was my fault. Got a little too close without grabbing his arms first. It's fine though. Doesn't even really hurt all that bad. Anyway…" Sonny paused. "What brings you here so early?" He was trying his best to deflect the attention from the black eye to something else, and was thankful when it seemed to work.

"Brought Clay some of his old clothes that we all kept and a bunch of new ones. Figured he wouldn't fit into much of his old stuff yet, so I ran out and bought him a few things."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate it. I never even thought of him not having anything to change into." Jason hated to admit.

"Don't worry about it Jace. You've had a lot on your plate lately. Besides, it's kinda my job to think of these things." Lisa smiled, letting him know he was off the hook on this one.

"Thank you, Davis." Jason hugged her. "I was just about to make breakfast when you knocked, you wanna stay a bit?"

"Thanks, but I actually have somewhere I need to be. I just wanted to drop that box off for Clay real quick." Lisa then said her goodbyes to Sonny and Jason and headed out the door.

Jason moved the box of clothes from the kitchen table to the edge of the couch once Lisa was gone, then returned to the kitchen and sat across from Sonny. "You look exhausted."

"I am, but I'll nap later. You mind if I take a quick shower?" Sonny asked.

Jason took the fact that Sonny asked to shower at his house as a sign that he had no intentions of going anywhere anytime soon. "Yeah, go ahead. Use my shower in case he wakes up and needs to go."

'Thanks." Sonny grabbed his duffel bag that he had brought over that had enough clothes for a couple days and disappeared into Jason's room while Jason started breakfast.

Moments later he heard feet shuffling and noticed Clay stiffly making his way into the kitchen looking twice as tired as Sonny and a little pale which worried Jason. "Morning. You feeling ok?"

Clay slowly lowered himself into a chair and then looked up with an unreadable expression on his face. Instead of verbally answering he just shook his head no.

"What do you need?" Jason made his way over to the med bag waiting for Clay to answer.

"A time machine?" Clay answered sarcastically.

As serious as Jason knew Clay was being, it was nice to see a glimpse of the old sarcastic Clay. "I wish that was possible, Clay. I really do. You ready for your meds?"

Clay nodded and waited for Jason to grab his meds for him.

"What do want with them? Eggs? Toast? Maybe try a pancake?" Jason offered. He would make whatever the kid said he wanted ass long as he would eat something.

"Can I say nothing?" Clay knew the answer before he even asked but figured it was worth a try.

"You know you have to eat with the pain meds, so what'll it be?"

Clay sighed. "Eggs are fine." Even though they really weren't. He was tired of eggs, but they were one of the few foods he knew his stomach could tolerate and was still weary of trying new things.

"You sure? Want to try a pancake? I can make you a small one?"

Clay thought about it. Pancakes did sound good.

Jason seemed to notice the contemplation in Clay. "I'll tell you what. I'll make you both. How's that sound?"

"That's fine." Clay sighed as he grabbed the pain meds and took them. When he looked back up, he noticed Sonny making his way into the kitchen and immediately drew his attention to his black eye. "I do that?" He pointed towards Sonny's eye, remembering that Sonny had spent the night in his room.

Sonny looked over to Jason, hoping he would somehow answer for him. Sonny knew that Clay knew it was from him, but he didn't know how to tell him without making him feel guilty. "It was my fault, Clay." He hoped the answer would be good enough, but of course, Clay didn't just let it go.

"So I did do it?"

"Yeah Clay, you did, but like I said, it was my fault. I knew better than to approach you the way I did, but I did it anyhow. Didn't even hurt that bad." Sonny could see the guilt forming on Clay's face and looked to Jason again hoping he would throw some kind of lifeline his way.

As if on que, Jason places a plate of eggs and one small pancake in front of Clay. All three men stared at the plate. There wasn't much, but to Clay it looked like a thanksgiving feast. He felt his stomach turning at the thought of trying something new, but the pancake looked really good and they were always one of his favorites so he picked it up with his fingers, pulled a piece off and stuck it in his mouth.

Sonny and Jason both just watched, waiting to see what kind of reaction was going to follow. When Clay broke off another piece, they both formed a small smile. "Looks like we can add another thing to the list."

Clay just smiled and nodded as he finished the pancake.

"Want me to make you another one?" Jason asked.

"I'm good. I'm gonna have a few bites of egg then head up and take a shower if that's ok?"

Jason and Sonny were both impressed he was gonna eat the egg. They assumed he'd be done after the pancake, but they both refused to say anything, not wanting Clay to stop eating. "That works for us."

Once Clay was finished, he thanked Jason and then headed towards the bathroom. Almost 25 minutes later, he made his way back out to the kitchen, wrapped in just a towel around his waist. "Gonna go out on a limb and guess that I don't have any clothes to change into so do you have anything I could borrow?" His tone was a little snarkier than he had meant for it to, but having literally nothing was more frustrating than anything.

Jason and Sonny were both so wrapped up in Clay's breakfast that they didn't even think to tell Clay about the box Lisa dropped off earlier. "Actually, Lisa dropped off a box of stuff for you earlier this morning. I'll carry it up to the room for you." Jason said.

Jason carried the box to the room and dropped it on the bed for Clay, then made his way back to the kitchen so finish the rest of his breakfast.

Clay opened the box and started going through some of the things in it, surprised to find both some of his old favorite shirts along with a bunch of new ones that still had the tags on it. After going through a good amount of it, he settled on one of the newer shirts that would actually fit him and a pair of sweatpants then headed to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Once he was finished, he headed back out to the kitchen to rejoin Sonny and Jason who were still seated at the kitchen table. "There uh, there was quite a bit of some of my old favorite shirts in that box."

Sonny and Jason both looked at each other then back over to Clay. "We all kept some of your stuff when we cleaned your apartment out. Anything that looked important or that we knew had some sort of meaning to you, we kept, but don't worry, you'll get it all back once we get you a new place." Jason informed him.

Clay nodded and Jason and Sonny could tell there was something he wanted to say, but seemed to be hesitating. Finally, Clay found his words and spoke up. "How long?"

"How long? How long what?" Jason asked, knowing it Clay question could be referring to multiple different things.

"How long was I gone? I know it was at least a year but how long exactly?" Clay was fidgety with his fingers and refused to make eye contact.

"Almost 14 months." Jason answered reluctantly.

Clay nodded, taking the information in.

"You want to talk about it?" Jason decided to take the chance to see if Clay would start to open up a little more.

"What's there to talk about? They captured me, beat me, tortured me, worked me, then you found me." He shrugged his shoulders not sure yet about how much he was ready to reveal.

It was nothing Jason and Sonny didn't already know, but the fact that Clay initiated the conversation was a positive step forward to them. "You know you can talk to us about it right?" Sonny wanted to make sure it was clear that if Clay ever needed to get something off his chest that they would be there for him in a heartbeat.

"I know. There's just not too much to talk about." Clay looked away, starting to regret bringing the topic up.

Before Sonny or Jason had a chance to respond, Clay stood up and made his way over to the couch to lay down. He's already done more this morning than he's done in weeks and it was starting to catch up to him, both physically and mentally.

Jason and Sonny decided to drop the topic for now, not wanting to push too hard too soon, but also because they could see how exhausted Clay looked.

Jason walked to the hallway closet and grabbed a blanket, then walked over to an already sleeping Clay and covered him. Once that was done, he returned to have a conversation with Sonny.

"Why don't you go nap while he's down. You can sleep in his bed since he's in yours." Jason smirked.

Jason could see the hesitation on Sonny's face so decided to try a new approach. "Come on Sonny, he's sleeping, you we're up all night and look like shit. I'm gonna call the therapist and see when the soonest I can get him here is and knowing him, that phone call can last a while. I promise I'll come get you if something happens."

Sonny reluctantly agreed and made his way to the bedroom for a much needed nap, while Jason picked up the phone to call his therapist.