Jeffrey moved away from the bowl and made his way to the sink. He splashed some water onto his face and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked awful. He didn't know how much longer he could continue to deny himself a decent night's sleep. Maybe, after he told Sandy that he'd been able to pull a confession out of Alex, he would go back to the Beacon and get some sleep. He walked out of the restroom and looked for a vending machine; he needed to get that awful taste out of his mouth. When he finally found one, he bought some gum. He stood there, chewing on it for a few minutes before heading back to Sandy's room. He looked through the window and noticed that he looked angry. And that Reva looked angry too. He wondered what they were fighting about. He wondered what Reva had done to piss Sandy off this time, if she even had done anything at all… Or if Sandy had picked a fight just to get his mind off of his situation… Not that he could blame him for that, God forbid it ever happened to him, he'd probably be doing the same thing. He didn't want to put himself in the middle of the fight, and sleeping in an actual bed was sounding better and better to him with every minute that passed. So he finally decided to leave the hospital.

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"I can… Show you his picture…" Reva said.

"Yeah…" Sandy spat. "That would make up for all of the lies…"

"Lie, Sandy… It was one lie…"

Sandy rolled his eyes. "What makes you think that I even want to see him?" he asked. "I don't need a stupid picture, I know exactly what the bastard looks like…"

"You do?"

"Yes…" Sandy sighed, resting his head against the pillow. He was beginning to get tired again.

"You're tired aren't you?" Reva asked. "Just go back to sleep…"

"I don't want to sleep…" Sandy said. "I want to know…"

"Why all of this sudden interest in your father?" Reva said. "Do you even care, or are you just trying to avoid the real issue of what's bothering you?"

Sandy glared at his mother. "I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT!" he snapped.

"Sandy, I am just trying to help you…" Reva said. "If you keep everything all bottled up inside it is just going to gnaw away at you until you just can't take it anymore…"

"Really?" Sandy said. "You keep stuff inside… and you seem to be doing just fine… Don't you, Reva?"

Oh, so it was back to Reva now? She sunk back against the chair and said. "I did want to tell you, you know…"

"But you didn't…" Sandy said, unable to stifle a yawn.

"Just go to sleep, Sandy…" Reva said.

"I'll sleep when you leave…" Sandy said. "I don't need a fucking baby-sitter…"

Reva didn't want to leave, but she knew that her son was just as stubborn as she was… Maybe even more so, if that were at all possible. "All right…" she said, getting up out of the chair and walking towards the door. "Fine, Sandy. I'm gone…" She walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Sandy closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep within minutes.

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Jeffrey walked into his room, locking the door behind him. He was so tired. He was so, so tired. He spit his gum out into the trash can and took off his shoes before lying down on the bed. He fell asleep in his clothes, too tired to bother with changing into his pajamas.

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