Crashing Down [Billy & Cassie]
It had been a hell of a day... or maybe week. In fact, for Billy Kaplan, it had been a hell of a half a year - at least. Ever since that failed mission, his life had felt like a living nightmare. And just when he’d picked himself up and started resuming life as normal, it had all started falling apart. Bit by bit, small things here and there, until his magic was going haywire and he was knocking out robbers (?) in a coffee shop and falling unconscious, himself. He had been fortunate that Lorna had been there, and taken him away from the scene. Who knows what might have happened if the cops had arrived. She had seen him home - or back to the Sanctum, rather. Billy wasn’t sure where to be, now that he knew his magic had gone up in flames. He supposed that, were it to come down to it, Doctor Strange was the most equipped to deal with him. He sorely hoped it would not, in fact, come to anything of the sort. Sitting on the stoop, the pounding headache having progressed to something in between a migraine and something sinus, he groaned aloud. Despite being unable to see, he could almost sense the light around him, and it was too much. He thought about calling for Doctor Strange, but somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered something about the man being out today - and he really didn’t want to bother Wong. He’d done that enough over the past few months. Picking up his phone, he dialed his best friend - Kate. Having gone straight to voice mail, he swore, trying not to get emotional. He really didn’t know what he should be doing. In fact, he could barely think straight. Something was very wrong - but really, he wasn’t sure what the source was. Maybe he was getting sick. His magic had occasionally gone haywire when he was sick - but nothing more than accidentally floating a sofa... He’d call Teddy. He knew that the other had been dealing with plenty of things himself, but... well, he also knew his friend would support him when he needed it. He instructed the phone to dial the shapeshifter, listening to it ring over and over until it finally went to voice mail again. He cleared his throat, trying to sound all right. “Hey, Teddy, just - thought I’d give you a call - haven’t really seen you since Valentine’s, and... I know I’ve been wrapped up in - all of this - I’m hoping it’ll get resolved soon, I just... miss you. And - er- I sort of had a favor to ask. Don’t rush in calling back, though. I -” he took a deep breath. “I’m fine. Talk to you later, yeah? ...Bye.” He took a shaky breath, trying not to cry. It was a battle he was losing - he felt like he’d just run a mile with a bad case of the flu, and he didn’t even know why. Maybe he should call Doctor Strange. He’d know what to do. But then... he’d been enough of a burden on him, too. Who else was there..? His parents? No. They wouldn’t know what to do, and they’d be worried sick. Playing with his phone in his hands, he went on a whim. “Call Cassie,” he instructed, resting his head back against the building. “Please, please pick up...” he whispered, pressing his lips into a tight line, trying t stay composed.