Jason woke up the next day and found Tango sitting in a chair beside Grant's bed. Grant was still sleeping and Tango was watching him. Jason sat up and stretched his stiff limbs. Tango looked up to him.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"Hey," Tango greeted.
Jason got up and went and stood beside him.
"Anything?" he asked.
"No, we all took shifts through out the night and watched him. Didn't move a muscle," Tango stated.
"What time is it?"
"Almost 1:30. Everyone else is out in the living room. Steve and Kevin are reviewing some of the evidence," Tango explained.
"Watch him for a few more minutes, I'll be right back."
Tango nodded and Jason went out of the room. He winced a bit at the bright light. The guest bedroom was still so dark with the curtains drawn back and no lights on, so the light from the windows in the living room burned Jason's eyes for minute.
"Good afternoon," Rick greeted.
Jason mumbled a good afternoon and gladly accepted the coffee mug he handed him. Taking a small sip, he saw Steve and Kevin sitting on the couch with laptops. Kevin had headphones on listening to sound while Steve watched some video evidence. He paused the video and looked up when he saw Jason in the room.
"Hey how you doing?" he asked.
"I'm alright," Jason answered taking another drink of coffee, "what all did you find?"
"A few bangs, the appiration that me and Tango saw, the hippie girl that you and Grant saw and that's about it. The camera in the basement gave out when Grant got possessed." Steve explained.
Jason just nodded in understanding before going back into the guest bedroom to watch over Grant and relieve Tango of the duty.
"Thanks Tango I think I can watch him now," Jason exhaled.
"Ok if your sure,"
Tango got up from his chair and put a hand on Jason's shoulder.
"He's going to be okay you know," Tango mumbled.
Jason nodded and sat in the chair. Tango left leaving the door opened a crack. Jason sat his coffee mug on the nightstand and looked at Grant. He was still unconscious, his chest rising and falling in an even motion. The bruise on his cheek was slightly darker than last night. Jason just stared at him. He couldn't believe this happened to Grant. That he let it happen. Jason leaned forward and took Grant's hand.
"G? I don't know if you can hear me, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for letting this happen to you. I knew you had a bad feeling about the basement and I didn't listen to you. I made you go down there and now here you are," Jason whispered.
Grant gave no response. It was like he didn't hear Jay at all or feel him grasping his hand.
"Please just wake up soon G. I need to know your alright."
Jason sat there holding Grant's hand until Rick came in a little while later.
"Do you want a break?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine." Jason answered, "when do you think he will wake up?"
"His mind, body, and soul have been through a very draining experience. He just needs to rest in order to give himself a chance to recover from all of it, he will come around when he wants to," Rick explained.
Jason kept his eyes on Grant.
"Let me know if you need anything," Rick insisted.
Jason nodded and Rick left. Jason turned back to Grant, watching his friend sleep.
"Hope you wake up soon buddy. Really not liking all the quiet around here."
Through out the rest of the day, Jason spent most of his time watching Grant. Around 3 or so, he had Steve watch him, so Jason could go call Grant's wife. He told her that he had caught a really bad case of the flu and was recovering at a friend's house because he didn't want to make her or the kids sick. She had insisted on coming up, but Jason talked her out of it, saying that Grant was fine and he would call when he felt a little better. When he wasn't watching over Grant he would smoke a cigarette outside or help Steve draw on Tango's cast. They had covered it with ghost drawings and other supernatural things. Jason was outside smoking a cigarette leaning against the wall later in the night when Steve came outside.
"Hey, Rick and Kevin are making some dinner, do you want some?" he asked.
"Not hungry," Jason mumbled taking a long drag from the cigarette.
"Jay man you gotta eat something. You have eaten since last night,"
"I'm not hungry Steve," Jason strongly stated looking him dead in the eye.
There was a few moments of silence.
"You know doing all of this isn't going to make Grant get better faster."
"Just leave me alone Steve," Jason ordered stomping out his cigarette and walking a few steps away from Steve.
"No. I'm not going to leave you alone. Grant's not around to ride your ass about stuff right now so I am." Steve insisted.
Jason kept his back turned to Steve not wanting to face him.
"I'm not going to let you stand here and blame yourself for something that is not your fault. You know Grant's not going to blame you, no one is. Not eating and smoking half a pack in one day is not going to make him get better any faster. I understand your scared, we all are. I mean dude I am absolutely terrified right now, but I know Grant's going to be okay. I know that because he has all of us to help him until he is back on his feet. So please Jason don't do this anymore. Grant's already out for the count don't make me have to loose you too," Steve reasoned.
Jason kept his back to Steve for a long while holding back the tears. Finally he turned around and looked Steve in the eye.
"Your right okay. Your right. I'm sorry for not having a good out look on this," Jason apologized.
"It's all right man," Steve assured walking over and putting a hand on Jason's shoulder, "just please come in and eat something okay?"
Jason nodded and allowed a small smile to come to his face as he followed Steve inside.