Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-26854056-20170325232406

Leon found himself pacing in the waiting room again, shakily breathing as he fiddled with his coat's sleeves. The sight of Harvard's attempted suicide, the memoir of the dead man Cas murdered, Tina's strewn corpse and Liam's bleeding stomach when the cops found him triggered panic attack after panic attack. He couldn't help but be distraught about the fact that Harvard might end up as dead too.

He sat back down into a sude sofa, cupping his face in his hands as he wept again for the fifth time today. He wrapped Harvard's scarf around his neck tightly. The thing actually managed to give him some comfort over the past two days he was in the ER, and he carried it around as if it was a child's favourite soft toy.

He was too absorbed in his own shitstorm of thoughts that he didn't realise that Harvard woke up, and instead rubbed his eyes, unable to see through the expanse of cloudy tears.