He ran.
Sips ran as fast and as far as his shorter-than-average legs could carry him. He ran away from the farm, away from the lands surrounding it, away from him; from Sjin. Even as all of his valiant work effort on his present was wasted, none of it meant a thing as lush green whisked by underneath his heavy feet. The only thing going through his head was the sight that greeted him to the farm.
Sips shook his head rapidly to try and shake off the image, but it didn't help as reluctant tears started forming in his eyes. He stubbornly rubbed a sweaty forearm across his face in attempt to wipe them away, but it had only made it worse. Loud sniffles were the only sound that accompanied the hush of the leaves and grass underneath him, and he began to wonder if this was another dream. He disappointingly decided against the idea as he reached to pinch his wrist purple- Now all he was left with was the pre stage of an ugly bruise.
As soon as he safely made it into the safety of tree coverage, Sips paused and casted a glance to the surrounding area. There was no one in sight, luckily enough, and he shut his eyes in attempt to lower his heart rate. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and his thundering heart beat hammered the back of his head, but his only feasible option was to shake it off. With small insignificant 'bloop', Sips activated his flying ring.
It took him quickly zooming through the forest, a little less than nimbly dodging any intruding branches blocking the way. And, once he had gotten far enough away, he lifted himself into a higher elevation with a quick flick of his wrist. Just as he went shooting upwards, however, a long branch reached out and snagged the silky fabric from his space suit away and leaving a scarily large gash in his arm.
Sips ungracefully tumbled back down through the canopy of leaves as the extra branches and sharp objects marked him up, and he lifted a hand to his face where the second large gash lay. Dark scarlet blood began to well up and out of the wound as fresh tears mixed with the liquid, and Sips cursed under his breath as he found his arm's situation was much worse.
Sips put a hand over his mouth as the overwhelming urge to shout in frustration took him over. Instead, more soft curses trailed from his mouth and he shakily placed a dirty hand over the blood smeared slash. It was definitely deeper than the one across his left cheek, and a new feeling of worry began to bubble up as he got unsteadily to his feet. With a sigh and a defeated look to the sky, he carefully lifted himself upwards again towards the sky, leaving nothing but a snag of space suit and a little blood behind.
It seemed like ages had gone by as Sips flew back to the compound, and the numb but searing pain in his arm only got worse as time went on. It wasn't long until he had decided to stay strong and hold back the tears for the long flight home. Before long, however, he found himself nearly crash landing onto the soft wood floors of the compound. He glanced around the empty place, weary of any sign of threat. Sips knew that the sun would set soon and that he had to get inside.
With a heaving cough and a sigh of utter defeat, he dragged himself inside the main building. The silence filled every gap of innocent silence as he hauled himself to the med floor, remembering with a grimace the sound that the elevator made when he shoved the mining laser in his pack up the music system's speaker. That shut the mocking tune up.
Once on the med floor (thank the lord Sjin forced that into the blueprint), Sips lazily and messily wrapped the gaping wound on his arm. He cursed and spat as the pain worsened with the poorly done sterilizing process, and for the millionth time, Sips wished the Sjin was there. It took him longer than average to patch up his arm and the less problematic face wound, but when all was done he left everything out and marched back up to the top floor, the penthouse.
Sips stumbled into sight of his room, messy and in pieces, with a whimpering sigh. And, as he collapsed onto the bed, everything quickly began to fall apart.
The guilt, sadness, loneliness, and worst of all, heart break, all began to penetrate every nook and cranny that showed the slightest bit of vulnerability in his body. Sips caught his breath as the feeling conquered him, and he abruptly burst into broken and unholy sobs. He wept, bawled, yelled, sobbed, and whimpered into damp bed sheets, clutching the only thing left of him – Sjin's old pillow. It still had his scent, Sips absent mindedly realized, and sat in the darkening room for the last hours of daylight as his last hopes wasted away into nothingness.
After all of his tears were basically gone and poured into the bed sheets he sat in, Sips decided with a lifeless moan that if he wanted to keep his sanity, he had better stay awake that night. He sat up, exhausted from the hours previous, and picked himself up and out of bed. Well, he thought passively, if I'm going to stay awake, I might as well try and relax the best I can.
Sips made his way to the mini-fridge next the hot tub near the pent house floor, and grabbed a couple beers. They were new, apparently some kind of gift from… what did the mask guy say? Some Scottish buster on a floating bar? He must've been drunk back then.
As he stripped down to nothing but swim trunks, sips slid into the boiling hot water of the Jacuzzi , the loud fizzing and bubbling noises calming him. He drowned himself in the soft humming noise as downed a beer, humming a satisfied tune. "Ugh, that hits the spot," He sighed, sinking into the water a little more as he spread both arms out and around the rim of the small pool. He reached over to grip another beer, grinning slightly to himself.
"Mm, strong stuff…," He mumbled; his wavering voice was already beginning to slur, and the loud bubble of the Jacuzzi fell to a faint buzz as the extremely strong alcohol blurred Sips' shrouded mind. Somewhere in the back of his now inaccessible brain, he knew things would start to fall downhill from here. But drinking usually solved all of his problems, right…? Or was it the opposite? He couldn't really remember anymore.
Sips felt his eyes start to droop, the guilt and defeat of earlier settling a little more as he cast an attracted glance towards what seemed like his umpteenth bottle. He drunkenly reached out towards it, closing his eyes as the fresh liquid burned his throat with thirsty violence. He grimaced and flinched as a perfectly shaped silhouette formed in his head, one that made him want to puke. The mocking image danced on the backs of his eye lids, two people… One a friend, one an enemy… Finding each other closer and more intimate than Sips ever wanted to see them.
The image burned in his mind, as he absent mindedly left another emptied bottle floating in the Jacuzzi.
Maybe just one more… He decided, but what haunted him that night was nearly unbearable.