Fate's Bullet

Argument

Third POV:

Another hour had slipped through Espios fingers without him even noticing. At this point Charmy and Silver had already awoken, Charmy somehow convincing Silver to color with him on the couch as he watched cartoons. Vector sat at his desk sorting through bills and other miscellaneous documents, also keeping a close eye on Espio who was beginning to resemble more and more of a zombie. Four days with not an ounce of sleep was really beginning to do a number on Espio, causing him to constantly zone out, mumble incoherent things under his breath and periodically drool a bit. The throbbing in the side of his head had lasted for so long he had almost become numb to it, still wincing whenever he moved or turned his head too quickly. Vector wasn't the only one to notice Espios completely shifted personality. Silver had definitely taken a silent note of Espios altered behavior. "Excuse me..." Espio murmured, yawing as he stood up from his spot beside Vectors desk and wobbling over to the kitchen. As he walked through the door frame Silver stood up as well, patting Charmy on top of the head before silently following Espio.

Espio grabbed a small glass cup, turning on the tap and watching the glass get filled until it was slightly spilling. He held the cold glass to his mouth, resting it on his lips for a moment before slowly taking small sips of the water. "Hey Es, you feeling okay?" Resounded behind Espio. He clutched his glass, his eyebrows furrowing at the words. His lack of sleep was making him more irritable than ever. "For the last time I'm fine would you just shut up already?!" Espio snapped, whipping his head around to see Silver who now in turn glared offended at him. "All I asked is if you were okay." Silver growled back, Espios scowl only worsening at Silvers response. "Yes, yes I've already heard it, now just be gone!" Espio huffed, pinching the space between his eyes and sealing them shut. He slammed his cup on the counter, stomping his way past Silver and accidentally bumping his shoulder against Silvers as he passed. "What is your problem?!" Silver yelled, Espio coming to a quick halt at his words. "My problem.. My PROBLEM IS THAT YOU KEEP SAYING, AND DOING ALL THESE THINGS THAT MAKE ME CONFUSED! NOT TO MENTION MY LACK OF SLEEP AND APPETITE AND THIS STUPID FUCKING HEADACHE! YOU WANNA KNOW MY PROBLEM, MY PROBLEM IS YOU!"

Espio shouted, the realization of his words only slapping his across the face once they had all spilled out his mouth. Silver lowered his head, his lips sealing shut and his hands balling up into fists. "Silver I didn't me-" Espio tried to speak but before he could finish Silver shoved past him, sprinting up the stairs and slamming the door behind the first room he came across which was Charmys. Espio mentally cursed himself, putting his head down on the kitchen island and resting his hands overtop. He heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, not bothering to check who it was at this point and continuing to rest his head. "Get out." Espio hissed, his voice cracking a bit.
"Es-" Vector tried to speak up. "I SAID GET OUT!" Espio yelled back at Vector, tears pooling in his eyes as he looked up at him. Vector respected his wishes, returning back to the living room and sitting back at his desk. Espio took a breath in, his hands clasped over his mouth as he tried to recompense himself.

He wiped the tears in his eyes away, pulling his hood over his head again as he made his way up the stairs. On the second floor Charmy stood in front of his bedroom door, his arms crossed as he glared at the stairwell where Espio stood. He walked up to the door, looking down at Charmy who firmly scowled at him. "Can I come in?" Espio asked, his voice strained and cracked. "No, you made Silver upset and he doesn't wanna be around you so I'm guarding him!!" Charmy huffed, flying up to Espios eye level and prodding him in the chest. Espio flinched at the touch, closing his eyes once again as he stood in front of the door. "Tell Silver I'm in my room if he needs me.." Espio muttered, lifelessly turning his body away from the door and walking back into his own room. He watched as Charmy quickly slid into his room, shutting the door behind him before he could see the inside. Espio did the same, flopping onto his bed and curling in on himself.