It had been four days since anyone had last heard from him, and he'd had no destination in mind, just kept walking until he couldn't anymore. After that, he just stayed still and waited; he had no idea what he was waiting for, only that he didn't want to live like this anymore, and he was too scared to do anything about it. So here he sat, waiting for the ocean to swallow him up like the hollow shell he was and take him out to sea where he might finally feel at home in his own body again. Home. He has a home, one with Kip, the man he loves and who he's betrayed. The man whom he'd told countless times he'd let down, that he wasn't good enough for, and here he was proving it.
At least he'd had the decency to come with a warning label, that was when he'd felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and for a wonderfully mad moment, he thought it could be his father and that he might be dead. That's when he saw Scott speaking to him, his words falling on deaf ears, and then Luis was beside him already on the phone to somebody, but only one word cut through the humming in his mind, "Kip." The rest of Luis words fizzle out, and he vaguely registers that he's giving the name of a hospital to whoever was on the phone. Feels Scott lift him to his feet, where he registers that his trousers are soaking wet with seawater, and his mouth is dry, then everything goes black.
When he next wakes fully, he's in a hospital gown, with an IV drip in his arm, giving him fluids, among other things, and he feels fuzzy as he shifts his head. When he sees someone at his bedside, clarity rushes through him; his mind now catches up with what he'd done, and all he feels is shame. "Fuck.." the word is quiet and strangled as he looks away, desperately trying to hide the tears he knows he doesn't deserve to let fall, "..m'sorry."