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''It’s going to be a lifetime before the world changes, so start by picking yourself up, dusting yourself off and become that change.''

[jasonwalkernola-blog]

chloewxlsh:

Too engrossed in her work to really pay attention to her surroundings, Chloe tapped her pencil against the blank page of her notebook, with her laptop and chai latte strategically placed within reach on the table. She had already scribbled down a few equations and calculations onto her notepad when she felt someone’s presence nearby. Looking up from her work to address the other person, the young researcher spoke. “Musculoskeletal mechanobiology and tissue mechanics. Not exactly the most interesting thing to observe while looking over someone else’s shoulder as they work, unfortunately,” she joked lightly.

Jason was heavily on his phone that day. And not even because he liked it per se: he was hardly technology-savvy. But they ended up changing some shifts for the third time that day, sending email after email, and now they were scheduling a meeting he needed to attend, so the paramedic was constantly refreshing his email. He was on his way out of the coffee shop, completely engrossed into reading his emails and stopping mid-way for a few moments to type something out, when he realized a woman was addressing him. It took him a few seconds to realize what she meant. ‘’Oh I wasn’t--’’ He started off, but he knew that she was not likely to believe him. He was standing behind her for probably a minute or two now. ‘’Yeah, that looked bad, sorry for hovering.’’

[jasonwalkernola-blog]

hollie-stanford:

“I think… There will be a time to talk and this isn’t it. We’ll get all serious and I just want to enjoy this, I want to enjoy the smile you’ve put on my face.” Despite their argument, their night had been almost as if they were picking up where they left off. They’d spent so many nights in Jason’s trailer, eating what they could scrounge together, being silly with each other before ending up in bed, whether things happened or didn’t. His kisses were soft and made her feel warm through, a feeling she hadn’t had since she left him all those years ago, like she was the only girl in the world he’d kiss like that. “Thank you..” Tilting her head a little towards his hand, she sighed contently as she rolled onto her back, watching him as he flung the sheets back. “Did I not get that last night?” Smirking, the redhead couldn’t help but laugh at her own joke. “It’ll make a change from a banana so colour me excited.” Shuffling across the bed, Hollie pushed the sheets away before grabbing his shirt off of the floor and slipping it over her head. Slipping on her underwear after grabbing them from the pile of discarded clothes, Hollie lay back in bed, her eyes glancing back over to him. Although she didn’t want to admit, there was a part of Hollie that felt like a missing piece of the puzzle was finally in place. Leaving Kentucky was the best decision she had ever made, but on her low days, she’d wondered if leaving Jason behind was the worst. What would’ve happened to them if he’d come with her to Stanford all those years ago? Daydreaming a little about it, the girl shook her head before brushing her hair back. “Want some help?”

Jason was glad she decided to drop it or rather, delay it. He didn’t want to be all serious with her, at least not in that particular moment, since everything around them was so familiar and so comfortable. He hadn’t felt that rested in a long time, way too long. With a simple nod, he showed that he agreed with what she said. ‘’You’re kidding me that all you eat for breakfast is a banana, right?” Jason said as he pulled his shirt back on and walked out of the room, headed for the kitchen. The distance meant that he had to raise his voice a bit so she could hear him well. ‘’You work what--a 12 hour shift and you only eat a banana for breakfast?” He repeated in disbelief. Jason had this distinct character note: he was incredibly family oriented even though she didn’t come from such a background and he didn’t have a chance to put it to good use. ‘’Y’know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.’’ He muttered. He took a separate bowl and started mixing milk and egg and then added flour until he (from a rough estimate) had a nice, smooth  mixture. He didn’t have blueberries -- even though he loved them -- so he opted for a banana instead, and sliced it into bits. He heated pan on medium while he stirred it all with butter. ‘’Nope, all good, don’t underestimate me.’’ Jason laughed from the kitchen and poured batter to form pancakes. ‘’And sit in bed, otherwise this will be a failed attempt of a very good breakfast in bed idea.’’ He smiled, realizing that the only thing he had in the fridge was water and beer and he was going to be miss the chance to serve it all with a healthy, fresh cup of juice. But then it dawned on him -- there was a kid from across the hall that liked to run errands for old people in the building for a certain small monetary compensation, and so he knew where he was at that point. Lifting the shades on his window, he whistled to the kid. A few moments later, he gave him a couple of dollars and at least he didn’t have to leave Hollie alone there.

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vaughnxtheron:

You couldn’t be a surgeon and not be used to working through the nice, but on her fourth coffee, that night was proving to be a struggle. It was easy not to think about the time or a bed when there was something to do but on slow nights, it just wasn’t that easy. “Need some help over here!” Snapping her head up from the post-op notes she was scribbling, Hollie frowned a little as she saw Jason, her brain snapping into action as she pushed away from her seat. “I didn’t think you were work– Vaughn?” Rushing over to the two of them, she wrapped an arm around Vaughn’s waist, her other hand moving to his cheek. “Get me a trolly over here now! Hey, look at me, look at me, you’re going to be fine, alright?” Trying to offer her friend a reassuring smile, she glanced up at Jason. “What happened?” Looking back to Vaughn, she moved her hand from his cheek to the trolly. “You have to help us, can you sit on here? Just sit and lie down. We’re going to get you some oxygen, you’re going to be just fine.” @vaughnxtheron​

It was hard to stay calm when, as time passed, it became harder and harder to breathe. His sight began to blur and darken when the car slowed down, trembling hands trying to open the car door which seemed to be an impossible feat for the hyperventilating male. By this point, he was more than grateful for the man’s help, leaning against him as it became harder for him to walk a straight line, coughs and gasps replacing his speech. Fear took over and it didn’t fade, not even as he saw his best friend. He was in safe hands wasn’t he? Then why was the only person he needed to be with him long gone? The boy inside him wanted his father, and the harsh absence made the man feel awfully alone. “Fine, y–” A loud cough forced his chin on his chest, white stripes pulsing in the darkness created by closed lids, his hand clutching onto Jason’s shirt while his other tried to get a steady hold-on to the trolly, stumbling steps bringing him forwards. @jasonwalkernola

Jason barely registered who was the doctor admitting Vaughn, he quickly realized that the guy was about to crash and he probably brought him in last minute. That thought alone made his stomach churn -- what would’ve happened if he hadn’t approached him earlier? Registering the question, a bead of sweat dropping from his forehead, Jason was grateful that Hollie was there to react, quick on her feet. ‘’Sickle Cell Syndrome,’’ He said breathlessly. When Vaughn tried to speak, it resulted in everything that shouldn’t have happened. ‘’He is out of breath, keeps coughing and overall fatigue.’’ Jason managed to say before he was grabbed by the shirt, his impulse reaction to stop the man’s fall. @hollie-stanford​

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thxliaharper:

“They’re making it pretty hard not to get involved, even if it is for our entertainment alone.” Thalia shrugged her shoulders, letting out a cackle at the man’s explanation. It made more than enough sense to her, and she admitted it had been a tricky situation. “I get the connection. I just don’t have the attention span for writing or the face for television I’m afraid.” Meanwhile, as he defended a journalist’s nature, Thalia simply grinned at him, not having been serious when she had made that remark. At the question what kind of job she did have, the woman’s shoulders lifted and slumped. “Interior designer – you?”

Jason felt slightly better knowing that he was not the only one laughing at something that was so not anyone’s business but thing was just so bizarre altogether. Once she commented on his own remark, Jason took a sideways glance at her, as if he didn’t think the same. ‘’What? Why would you think that? What makes a television face, now I’m just curious,’’ He asked, choosing a box of Oreos from the shelf. ‘’Sounds artistic. Do you work for a company, freelancing or something third? I’m just a paramedic.’’ He smiled in his response.

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hollie-stanford:

It had been over a decade since she’d been in this situation with Jason but there was something so familiar about it. It felt right and comforting. Holding the sheet against her chest as she rolled onto her side, her eyes not moving from his face. “You’re a candy crush guy? I didn’t expect to hear you say you candy crush in bed..” Shuffling over, she leaned in towards him, moving her eyes to his phone before quickly making a couple of connections. “You’re more than welcome.” She was sure that in time, some awkwardness would come up. They’d been arguing right before they hooked up, something that was solely down to Hollie, something she had to work up to apologise for. Leaning her head down onto his shoulder, her eyes fluttered closed for a minute. It was so peaceful and she felt content for the first time in a while. She knew there were two ways this morning could go, she could either get up now, leave, let it be awkward for a while or she could stay here and try to navigate around the awkwardness. “So I know we probably need to talk.. But I sort of don’t want to right now.” Sitting up a little, Hollie smiled as she looked down at him, her face softer than it usually was. “I’m sorry for yelling at you last night but in a way..” Dropping her hand to his arm, Hollie gently brushed her fingers over his bicep. “I’m not sorry.” Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss against his lips. They’d been here before, even if it was years ago and beyond everything, they were comfortable with each other. “Breakfast?”

‘‘Uhhh...’‘ Jason trailed off, hesitant to start the game because he didn’t actually expect her to tell him to go for it. He was leaning for a joke, but got the real thing. Why did that always happen to him? But her being nestled against him like she was now, made him want to lose a thousand times if she was going to stay like that. When she mentioned talking, Jason shrugged. ‘’We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Or we can, either way it’s up to you, really. We’ve wasted years and years, might as well waste some more, but in a much better way.’’ He smiled at her although there was a part of him that worried. A lot. Just because their current position felt familiar, they must have been entirely changed people. He didn’t want their time to provoke another argument like the one they’ve had the night before. Jason returned the peck right after hers, but lingered only a little longer than usual, his hand on her chin. ‘’Hey,’’ He whispered out. ‘’You don’t have to apologize. I get it. We were both on edge and-- yeah.’’ He was never good with words, but he hoped that his gestures would speak for him. Once breakfast was brought up, Jason’s smile was back on. He pulled off the sheets, leaving him in plaid boxers and he wiggled his eyebrows. ‘’I’m on it. You’re getting the whole package, Ma’am.’’

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hollie-stanford:

“How do you not know the rules of scrabble? You can’t use names!” Batting her boyfriend’s hands away from the board, Hollie threw her head back as she laughed, trying to grab the letters from the board. “Jase! Stop cheating!” Laughing still, she shook her head before crawling across to deposit herself in his lap. “Stop cheating and I’ll kiss you.” Pecking at his lips, the teenager grinned, letting her enjoy the last few minutes of partial freedom, of happiness. “Cheater.”

Her eyes sprang open from the dream, a small smile playing on her lips. It had been a long time since she’d dreamt about a memory. A good anyone anyway. Turning her face into the pillow, a frown creased on her forehead at the unfamiliar scent of the sheets. For a split second, she’d forgotten where she’d fallen asleep but there was ignoring it as she turned over, facing Jason’s figure. Biting her lip gently, her hands moved down to the sheets, pulling them up to her chin to cover her naked body, although it was pointless. For a second she thought about slipping out of bed and sneaking out, but even after all this time, she knew him too well. She’d lain awake next to him so many times when she was younger, she knew when he was awake and when he wasn’t. “I know you’re awake, you know… Waiting to see if I sneak out or not?” In truth, she was still thinking about making an excuse and getting out of there. She had no idea what this meant for the two of them, or her. She’d spent so long running from her past and now she was in bed with part of it. “I can leave if you want me to..” @jasonwalkernola

Jason didn’t have much sleep that night, but it was still arguably the best night he had had in a long while. Not because of what they did -- although that played a big part regardless -- but because of the fact that slipping back into something so familiar and so comfortable made Jason feel at home. And he had never felt like he had one, not since he left Kentucky. He had been a nomad for too long, even when he didn’t want to admit that to himself. And now, lying next to Hollie in a considerably big bed instead of a small trailer one seemed like a dream they always wished for. Which was why he didn’t move when he heard her turning next to him.

He’d been awake for some time now and he considered doing a number of things: taking a shower, for example. Or getting up and making her a nice breakfast, that was bound to be something she would like. But none of those options seemed as appealing to Jason as lying next to her was, and if he didn’t feel tentative about her thoughts and feelings, he would have snuggled up next to her and kissed that bare shoulder that she had uncovered. Instead, hearing her voice was what made him turn around to look at her, with a cheeky smile. ‘’No, actually, I was just finishing up a game of Candy Crush.’’ He said playfully although that was hardly what he was doing. ‘’Wanna see? I’m unbeatable.’’ He offered, even though he absolutely sucked at that game. He chose to ignore her awkward offer to leave since that was the last thing he wanted her to do.

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vaughnxtheron:

“Yeah.” A hum escaped his lips, a slight gap between them created for the sole purpose of blowing out hot air. Eyes closed for a moment, his body adjusting to the U-turn made by the vehicle before Vaughn would nod, hand reaching for whatever mechanism would open the window, allowing numb fingers to slide against the car door. It was worrying how fast he was deteriorating, with small black spots already blocking parts of his sight and coughs clenching his chest even more than it already was. “How much longer?” 

‘‘Almost there,’‘ Jason said calmly, although the all too familiar adrenaline rush seemed to have been wreaking havoc within him. The paramedic in him always had to stay calm and collected, regardless of the situation at hand. Panicking only caused the reverse effect and could, in the grand scheme of things, worsen the patient’s condition, especially when they’re conscious like Vaughn was. Putting the pedal down whenever he found appropriate, Jason arrived at the E.R. entrance rather quickly. Helping the man out of his truck, Jason let him lean on his shoulder as they approached the door. ‘’Need some help over here!” Jason called out to any available doctor at the pit. @hollie-stanford​

[kara-lesbihonest]

Send me a color

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red: how was your first kiss? what do you love about yourself? when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire? would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset? what’s the best thing about summer?

orange: what makes you feel warm inside? what’s your favorite halloween tradition? what’s the last thing you learned? when’s the last time you felt obsessed? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? what do you consider lucky? what made you smile today? what makes you happy?

green: what’s your favorite thing to do outside? do you like camping? what would you spend $1,000 on? what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

blue: what do you do when you’re sad? what are some things you do when you can’t sleep? what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had? what kind of covers do you have on your bed? who is the last person you told a secret to?

purple: what’s your astrological sign? what’s the best piece of advice you ever received? when’s the last time you followed your instincts? what’s your favorite food? what’s your secret dream?

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vaughnxtheron:

                  “Okay.. Okay.” To Vaughn it seemed futile to argue against Jason, following him to the truck. “I can help myself.” He slowly breathed, ushering the other to walk to the driver’s side while he helped himself with the seatbelt. It only became worse in a narrow space such as a car, and Vaughn tried to breathe as calmly as he could, letting out two coughs in between. “Just .. cold areas.. I have an oxygen tank at home I use during the nights.” A hand lifted upwards, wiping the sweat from his brow while taking a deep inhalation. He shrugged at his question, as the answer always differed. “Once a month.. if I’m lucky.. But I had treatment recently–” He spoke, coughing once. “They said I would have.. effects like this.” Especially because it failed. 

Jason quickly walked over to the driver’s seat and made sure that Vaughn’s seatbelt clicked successfully in place. ‘’No worries, bud,’’ Jason reassured him, starting the engine.. ‘’We’ll get you to the E.R. in no time, sit tight.’’ He was picking up any and all information from Vaughn that he could, his mind registering it like only a paramedic would. He knew how valuable was every information to the doctors. ‘’Want me to open the window a little, so fresh air would come in?’’ He asked, pulling the truck out to the street and making a U-turn.

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linkclarke:

The rules to visiting a 7-Eleven at this time of night were simple. Get in, get beef jerky, get out with minimal eye contact and no one got hurt. Apparently, they did things a little different in 7-Eleven’s in Louisiana. “Woah,” he mumbled to himself as a couple in the aisle over began to hash it out. Right there, smack dab in a sea of Twinkies and Zingers. Link clutched his cup of Easy Craft and bottle of beloved Dr. Pepper tighter to his chest and made a mental note to jot down the argument in his observation log when he got home. He was debating stepping in, saying something, whatever it took to grab himself one of those Oatmeal Creme Pies, when a family size bag of Ruffles went flying through the aisle and clocked the accused right in the face. Before he could stop himself, Link let out a uncontrollable bark of laughter that was completely obnoxious and liable to get him a bag of potato chips to the head. He walked a little further down the guy he was sharing an aisle with, if anyone could take a potato chip hit it was him. “You should go for it,” he encouraged the stranger with an amused snort. “ — if you happen to grab an Oatmeal Creme Pie on the way you’ll go down in the 7-Eleven hall of fame.”

Before he even got the chance to register anything apart from the screaming accusations coming from the girl down the aisle, Jason at least noticed someone else’s presence next to his own. The stranger seemed to have freely let out a fit of laughter -- much like Jason himself wanted to do -- but felt was too disrespectful. His mind quickly piecing what the guy was talking about, he offered the bag of potato chips to the stranger. ‘’Well hey, want it? I didn’t even really want these,’’ He explained, casually pointing down the aisle. ‘’Guess we had our minds set on the same thing, huh?” The paramedic alluded to the Oatmeal Creme Pie with a shrug. ‘’I’ve been tryin’ to think of a strategy to get it, but it might be a two-person job.’’

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thxliaharper:

                  There they were, two adults, laughing like children in the 7-eleven. And Thalia wasn’t even mad about it. At least the two stood at a safe distance away from flying doritos bags and caramel crackers. “Even more drama and I feel like we’d all need therapy.” Thalia laughed, taking the man’s hand she gave a firm shake. “Oh, no. This is totally going in my imaginary journal.” the blonde replied nevertheless, though she gave her glasses a nudge, striking a pose. “Why? Do I look like a journalist to you? Serious and searching for truth?”

‘‘Y’know, I’d like to say it’s none of our business but they’re kind of making it everyone’s business as you can see, so...’‘ Jason decided not to feel guilty for paying so much attention to what was happening and he casually shrugged his shoulders. ‘’Yeah, no, it’s just that you said ‘journal’ and my mind immediately went there,’’ He explained himself with a smile. ‘’But journalists don’t always gotta be lookin’ serious when searchin’ for the truth.’’ Jason chuckled at the pose she struck and shook his head. ‘’What do you do, then?”

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vaughnxtheron:

                “No. Just .. Trouble breathing.” Vaughn shared, wiping the sweat from his hands, dragging it over his jeans. His doctors back in Portland had told him that this might occur from the treatment, especially since it had failed to take. He hadn’t expected it would ahve come this soon. Still, he was reluctant of taking up his offer to go to the hospital, never liking the prodding of needles and the eerie hospital smell that reminded him of death but he felt like the man wouldn’t drop it anytime soon, so all he did was nod, taking – or at least trying to – a deep breath. “Okay.”

‘’Which is exactly why we need to get you to the hospital.’’ Jason decided to do it himself, even though he was off duty and could’ve called an ambulance, but why would he do that when there was a faster way for Vaughn to reach the hospital? He helped him up and out to his truck. ‘’Is there something specific that you do in these cases, do you have a routine? How often does it happen?” Keeping him talk would prove to Jason that he had enough breath left in him and that was the most important thing. He put the seatbelt on the man and walked over to the driver’s side, happy that NOLA Medical wasn’t too far from there and the day’s traffic was okay.

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thxliaharper:

                 The blonde couldn’t contain the laughter when the man’s words were proven on point, though she could minimise the sound into breathing huffs so that it would be out of hearing for the arguing couple, who were soon to split and leave the supermarket at her guess. “Of all the places to break up and they choose a supermarket. And here I thought I could be dramatic.” Thalia snickered, placing the jar of nutella in her basket. “I am so going to write about this in my journal, what’s your name?” 

Jason’s own chuckle was provoked by hers, it was somewhat contagious and he didn’t even try to conceal it. Realizing what he did, he made sure to clear his throat as if he were doing that the entire time and pretended to examine a large nutella jar, the one next to it being the one the girl put in her basket. ‘’Nope, this is I believe as far as real life drama goes.’’ He almost whispered out with a simple nod. ‘’Ah, sorry Ma’am, the name’s Jason. Pleasure to meet you.’’ He offered his hand. ‘’You a journalist?” It was the first thing that came to his mind before he realized she probably didn’t even mean that, but a diary. ‘’Or, yeah, forget that.’’ He smiled.

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vaughnxtheron:

The moment Jason started talking, the more he resembled the doctors he saw at least every month and oddly it had a calming effect. It made him feel secure and in safe hands. At the man’s questions he shook his head, offering his hand when the other reached to feel his pulse – he could never figure out how they did it, he had never been able to feel his own pulse, or anyone else’s. He was probably too restless for it. “Sickle Cell.” He clarified, inhaling slowly through his nose. “Infects the oxygen in the blood.” Though he guessed the man already knew with how doctoral he appeared. “It happens sometimes.”

Jason’s facial expression changed from slightly confused in assessing the man, to entirely worried. From what he knew about SCD, it was a lifelong disease, an inherited blood disorder. It is not contagious. ‘’You in any pain?” Jason asked, knowing that the most common symptom was bone pain. ‘’Look, we gotta get you to the hospital. I’m not taking any chances and considering that I’m not a doctor, I don’t want any complications because of a bad assessment.’’

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thxliaharper:

           Making a scene at the supermarket was so passé, yet Thalia never avoided them either. She just happened to be stalling at the chocolate section when she watched a bag of chips being tossed. She had to contain her laughter, knowing the man in question and with that she knew that he would have burst out yelling at her if he hadn’t been in public. Honestly, him being a player had been one of the main reasons why they hadn’t worked out in the past and seeing karma get him again was amazing. “Makes you want to get married, doesn’t it?” Thalia low-key spoke to the man besides her, tossing him a glance as she grabbed a jar of Nutella. “Such love.”

It took him an actual second to realize the girl was speaking to him. He was pretending to be minding his own business, much like most people in the aisle, but it was just too good to really mind your own business. Of course, the guy at the receiving end probably felt entirely different about the whole thing, naturally. ‘’Oh yeah,’’ Jason agreed with a smile he tried to contain the entire time. ‘’I don’t think they’ll be doing any of that anytime soon though.’’ He shrugged as We’re over! broke through the aisle. ‘’Proves my point.’’

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vaughnxtheron:

Jason had been someone Vaughn hadn’t expected to lend his aid – mostly because he hadn’t seen the man prior to his breathing incident. The fresh air helped, but Vaughn couldn’t bring himself to sound grateful, or rather, to even speak a single word. He nodded, and once again when being suggested he should sit down. “Yeah.” He spoke in a breath, inhaling deeply through his nose. He took the liberty to hold onto the man’s shoulder, not wishing to embarrass himself any further by sinking through his legs. Thank God for Jason. 

‘’Doesn’t sound like you’re good,’’ Jason muttered and crouched before the man. Breathing difficulty was almost always a medical emergency. An exception was feeling slightly winded from normal activity, such as exercise, but this was nowhere near that as far as Jason could tell. ‘’You got any respiratory issue --- asthma, perhaps? Or any other health problems?’’ Jason started asking so he would know how to proceed. ‘’Feeling dizzy? Nauseaus?” He placed two fingers onto the man’s wrist, to check for pulse.

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vaughnxtheron:

“Could you crack open a window, or something?” Vaughn asked to the person besides him. His face had turned pale, a thin layer of sweat slowly penetrating his pores as he fought the heat overwhelming him, taking deep breaths. He’d have rushed outside had it not been for his limbs being completely useless right now. “I’d appreciate it ..” 

Jason glanced to the side when he realized Vaughn was talking to him. He looked pale, he was obviously sweating, a frown engraved on his forehead. Jason’s instincts kicked in. He opened the window to let the fresh breeze in. He looked like he was about to faint. ‘’You okay, man?’’ He walked over to him, ready to take action if needed. ‘’Come on, let’s get you to sit down.’’