Again, there was a staring contest. Schuldich gave in though, he looked away drawing his attention to the wall. He noticed few cracks in the white plaster, probably from one of Farfarello's stunts. The redhead smirked slightly remembering the one time when Farfarello wanted to test out Brad's new electric razor. Brad was so pissed off when he found blood all over it and in his own privet bathroom too. Suddenly a weird event happened to Schuldich. As he stared at the wall, he could have sworn the whole room was going sideways. He jerked his feet off the table so quickly that Brad's coffee spilled out some onto the table.

Brad hissed at him, "Watch what your doing!" Schuldich looked at Brad then at the spot on the table knowing that if he had gotten Brad's suit dirty, he would have been in hot water….then again….when wasn't he?

Schuldich rubbed his head then stood up walking put of the room, going upstairs not saying a word even though he knew the eyes of the American were following him. He hadn't been drinking….not yet anyway. Those years in rehab never sunk in. It just got him off of drugs, barely, that was about it. He still smoked occasionally and drank as usual. He was over twenty-one, why not?

He leaned against the wall holding his head. There was a throbbing pain that wouldn't go away but the thing that he feared most, was that he started to hear voices. Voices that he would be able to control…but…they just wouldn't go away. He tried to block them out but they grew stronger. It grew so bad that he just couldn't bare it, he collapsed to the floor and laid there, silently.

A small thump was heard downstairs. Brad rolled his eyes wondering what the hell Schuldich did now. Pissed that he might have started to destroy his stuff, Brad walked upstairs. He stood there, frozen, as he saw Schildich laying on the floor.

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"What happened?.." Again, a familiar voice rang through Schuldich's head. It was calm and comforting this time.

"I hear voices…they wont go away…"

"That's not the first time you told me that…"

"Help me…Liebe…It hurts…I want silence…what's going on?"

"I don't know…my poor crazy redhead…Just sleep…sleep it off…"

With those words echoing in his head, Schuldich drifted off into sleep.

Days later, Schuldich's condition was growing worse. He had obtained a fever and grew very weak. He hardly ate anything and he had lost some weight, which could have been seen even though he was already skinny enough. Schuldich opened his eyes, laying in his bed. He slightly turned his head towards the window watching the blue sky. It had been days since he was out there. He longed to be outside again breathing in fresh air but knew Brad wouldn't allow it. He didn't care though. He pulled the covers off sitting up with his feet placed on the ground. He stumbled to stand up maintained balance.

The hallway was cold. The small draft crept upon Schuldich's skin making him shiver. He felt sick to his stomach and his body ached but he was not one who would stay stuck in bed. Down the hall, Schuldich could hear typing which is figured belonged to Brad.

Schuldich made his way to the room and opened it, never did knock once so the American looked up knowing it was him. "What are you doing up?" Brad asked, adjusting his glasses. "Do you need anything?"

Green eyes just looked at Brad. They were saddened and weak but if crossed they would mean hell, even in this state. "Ja…I want to talk to you.." Schuldich walked in at a slow pace, up to Brad's desk. "Well what is it then?" Brad continued to look at Schuldich who reached out to him and kissed him on the lips. Brad had let him for a while but with the same cold look, he shoved him off. The German laid on the floor looking up at Brad with narrowed eyes. He was too weak to keep standing as he normally would have been.

"Are you finished? If so then leave. I have work to do. We also have a mission tomorrow night against Weiß so you better rest yourself." Brad then looked onto his lab top and continued to type.

Schuldich let a small growl escape from his lips, aiming it towards Brad who yet just ignored it. The German got himself to his feet and made his way down stairs. Once he had gotten there, he laid himself on the couch. The TV was already on and he just stared at it not really paying attention but he watched it to take his mind off what it was racing for. A figured walked into the room. A single golden eye gazed out at Schuldich, who didn't bother to look up. The figure sat across from him licking a knife as if it were a lollipop.