//int. ashton's apt #306 - day. 24th april. @rhianwells
Ash hated the fact that people could come and go, he's lost the right to his only personal space in this building, previously if he wanted to be alone, he could simply protect his space and boundaries, not anymore. Warranted, most that have come and go in the past 48 hours were faces Ashton had been most comforted to see, yet also most ashamed of having to face him that way. People he cared about, people he should be protecting, people that didn't deserve him at his worst, yet they were the people he was most thankful for.
But when the door clicked opened yet again, he wished it never did. Ashton barely moved from his positions in the apartment unless someone moved him, ankle still screaming in pain every time he tried to walk even just to the bathroom (god to get to the bathroom without chains restricting him back was uncanny). Mostly, like today, he was left on his bed, curled up and drifting in and out of consciousness from a fucked up mixed stew of the virus, the vaccine, the medication, the hunger and the lingering fever. But this time he was awake enough to peel open his eyes, as they darken with confusion at Ria standing there. There was a flurry of emotions seeing her, having not even seen her much in weeks, as he tried to keep his biting words to a minimum, "..what does Sada want."