Elisia shook her head, reaching up to put her hands on both sides of his face. “No, Cam, you’re fine. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She said, leaning in to kiss his forehead. She blinked back her own tears, reaching up to wipe his away with her thumbs. “It’s okay…” she soothed, watching has he stepped away, hand still in hers. She walked with him along the sidewalk, going back to the apartment. She looked up as he mentioned the streetlights. “What…why?” she asked, more confusion to her voice than fear. “Okay…let’s go, let’s get you home.” She said, “Your dad took forever to get in touch with for your memorial…and I don’t know where he is now…but, you honestly can just stay with us. I don’t care, and I know Isaac won’t either.” She said, giving his hand a squeeze. They kept walking until they finally reached the building. She led him to the second floor and let him in, turning the lights on. There was no sign of her brother anywhere to be found, so she immediately got to work. She went into Isaac’s room and got Cameron a complete change of clothes, a towel and washcloth, and started a shower. She got the water pretty warm, in hopes to alleviate some of the chill he was feeling before going back out to the living room area. She walked over and kissed his cheek. “I started a shower for you. I’ll fix you something to eat and we can just relax when you’re out…”
Once they started walking, Cameron’s attention was torn between the lights and Elisia’s steady grip on his hand, leading him to her home. It was like his brain was slipping into a comfortable autopilot, a desperate attempt to have the lights around him calm. They did, once they’d gotten into the apartment. Looking at her in a daze, he did his best to register what she was saying. Shower. He could do that. Right?
Nodding numbly in response, he walked into the bathroom and stripped out of the disgusting clothes, letting out an audible groan when he stepped under the hot water. Eyes closing he tried to breathe, tried to make things feel normal. How could they, though? He’d died, right when he was finally getting to a place where he didn’t want to and now.. What the fuck was he? Normal people didn’t bleed silver, die, then come back to life. Normal people didn’t cause weird electrical fluctuations. Anxiety filling him he felt a weird feeling in his gums, then fuck- his vision changed? Why was everything so dark and red at the same time? Somehow his vision was.. Better? Pulling back the shower curtain a tiny bit he stumbled and he caught a look at his reflection in the mirror. Fangs?! Shining eyes? Face looking.. Monstrous.
His anxiety reached a peak and the light above the sink burst in a raining of sparks and glass and he fell to his knees in the shower, curling up in a ball as he tried to breathe, an actual loud sob escaping him.