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There he was, standing in front of Kendall’s door, and shrugging on a bomber jacket to match with his more dressed up black waffle-kit sweater -- practically looking like a god damn H&M catalog (because let’s be serious, that’s where all of his nicer clothes came from). Arm bending at the elbow, Philip’s hand made repeated contact with the solid structure in front of him. 

Finally being the weekend, it was time for the both of them to go on their set adventure. It was off to the city to drink themselves into a state of bliss, and possibly get into some more shenanigans that they would later forget completely.

“Ken--” It wasn’t much of a shout, per say, but it did hold some sort of volume in it. A tone to which was dripping with a Let’s go, I’m here without really saying it.

[casey-mitchell]

He didn’t get too many visitors, often just people who happened to be around visiting the other rooms and figured they’d drop by. He didn’t mind, in fact he would’ve preferred to have been left alone. He didn’t talk much to those who came around, his mother urging him to not be rude and engage in the conversations instead of sulking in his bed, but more often than not, he wouldn’t. However, the room was often too quiet and every now and then, he’d feel that uncomfortable presence of nothingness that at some point started to make him feel uncomfortable. As if he didn’t already hate hospitals. 

He’d been occupied by a crack on the ceiling, not for any reason in particular but that he just found it interesting, when the door moved in his peripheral, the nurse peeking inside with a wide grin. “You’ve got a visitor, Casey,” she told him in that gentle, comforting voice, which was probably the only thing he liked in this place. Nurse Sharon was nice, she would bring him food and tell him stories of other patients she took care of and stuff. It made being cooped up there more tolerable. She disappeared back the door and in came someone he had to squint at to recognize, though it didn’t take much effort--- it was only the sedatives and his general confused state disallowing him to catch on to things as quickly as he would’ve liked. “Kendall,” he said, in greeting. “Hello.”

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[lilianapisano]

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                          Truthfully Liliana hadn’t even remembered if she properly said goodbye to Alfie. If she could properly remember, she probably had groaned at him before hugging him shortly before proceeding toward the couch again. All wrapped up in her blanket and staring at her television set like it was her life now. It didn’t even dawn upon her over where he had gone. She caught a part saying he was going to Los Angeles for work. It was a bit foggy to her even now. But, the girl was smart enough to know Alfie was gone completely awol. The thought dawned upon her only when hearing her door bell ring, forcing herself to get off the couch with all her effort. No one else was here today to do for her, knowing how little patience she had for company. Hazel was an exception to be allow. Shuffling her feet across the floor, she opened the front door and blinking a few times before seeing Kendall. Yeah, she hadn’t forgotten about the female. They became good friends over the years, knowing Alfie caused much of their friendship blossom. But, they were there and had known each other for years before. “Kendall Jenner,” pausing Liliana, leaning up against her door frame for support, “It’s good to see you. Come in please. How are you doing? Also, sorry for this sight of me. I hope you don’t mind.” Actually, she wasn’t sorry at all. Any person who came in her direct contact saw this sight unless otherwise. But she just figured to throw that out there if it bothered Kendall.

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As he was pacing around his room for a solid few minutes, Philip was mustering over the idea of what just went down. Was it pure impulse, or had it been something that was boiling up for a while? -- No, no, it was strictly impulse. One thing happened, and he just...blew up.

The next part that he was trying to figure out was-- did he feel bad, or was this feeling in the pit of his stomach something close to satisfaction? As of right now, he really couldn’t shuffle through it. There was still too much activity in his brain; thoughts racing, theories popping up, assumptions being made, so forth and so on. 

The one thing that he knew for sure, was that Kendall showed up at the best time. Anything after that, it probably wouldn’t have been pretty. Once Philip starts going, it sort of hard to collect himself and stop-- especially while in this state of mind.

It’s not a pretty one.

He soon fell onto his bed, scooting towards the edge; closest to one of his night stands. Getting some materials in order, he began to work on a few pre-rolls. The idea of getting incredibly high was more than tempting, and in the long run, it was probably going to be the best option for him. 

Sedated.

Though, there was a moment where his chest tightened up, hearing footsteps echoing around in the unit. He knew that Ken was going to talk to him, because, well-- she had just witnessed some shit. Not like she hadn’t seen much before with him, especially during random bar fights. But this was different; it dealt with Jason, a friend and neighbour. 

Philip just-- He wasn’t in the mood.

“-- Don’t worry.” He muttered out, voice falling to absolute monotone, “Strictly medical.” With the witty choice of words, Philip shook the joint in his hands back and forth, “My hands are a lil sore. Not too sure why.”

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