@ryder-ashtonf
Tammy had almost forgotten about Ash's -- appointment, slot, whatever they called it, he'd prefer friendship, but that would mean overlooking the conditions of their time together. Even if Ash enjoyed it, he was still only their to gather information. Either way, it had barely crossed his mind. Hardly anything had; only his clients made it past the haze of agony and dizziness of dehydration. It was only when Ash's usual sorry, I'm going to be late text came through that the realisation hit him.
More work. Glancing over to the heels he'd swiped from a friend, Tammy sighed. His body was crying out for sleep, the cavity where his stomach had been filled with dull, pulsing pain. Curling a little tighter in his pile of blankets barely made a dent in the agony -- yet at the same time, the last thing he wanted was to be alone.
For a moment, he drifted off, snapping back to reality when he heard Ash knocking on the door. Dragging himself out of bed, a blanket draped over his shoulders, took all Tammy's energy. He had to lean on the wall just to make it to the door, but there was still that residual thrill, I'm beautiful now. I'm perfect. Eventually, he opened the door, offering Ash a tired-yet-relieved smile. "Hey--"