Jason isn't sure how he made it home. He isn't even sure if he remembered to eat today. He probably didn't. Not like it really mattered, his stomach was doing somersaults at the moment. He can barely even get the key into the lock to unlock the apartment door, his hands are shaking so badly.
Once he is inside, he rests his head against the cool wood of the door trying to block everything out. He was no longer the street hardened teen. He was that same kid that had found her dying on the couch all those years ago.
