The Meaning

4.1: Choices Have Consequences

After Bailey got taken away everyone is slowly starting to go back to their rooms. Cain's just standing in the middle of the corridor and he's just staring down the hallway. Mickey walks up behind.
Mickey: What do you mean it's your fault?
Cain: Just a... *shrugs his shoulder* a stupid impulse.
Mickey: *unconvinced* Did you do something? Did you give her the drugs? 
Cain: *silently* No. Look, go back to your room.
Mickey: Are you gonna be okay? 
Cain nods and opens his door. 
Mickey: *sighs in desbelief* If you say so mate. 
Mickey walks away. Cain sits down on his bed and he's overcome with guilt. He can't help but feel that he caused this. He decides he will go to the hospital tomorrow. He has to make sure Bailey's alright. He listened to music for a few hours and tried studying to get his mind off this whole situation. It was 0:23 AM. He couldn't sleep so he figured he might as well go in now. So he dresses back up and leaves the dorm. 

He walks to the hospital. On the way he thought about the many ways he could apologise for not doing the right thing and calling the police on the dealer. From the reception he gets sent to room 12B. A doctor just came out from the room, his name is Robert. He looks exhausted and he probably wants to go home. But Cain stops him. 
Cain: Hey, is the girl with the red hair okay? 
Robert: The girl who... *yawns* Sorry. The girl who took drugs? 
Cain: Yes.
Robert: She'll be fine, we'll keep her here for a few days to monitor her situation.
Cain: Is it okay to go in? 
Robert: Yeah, sure thing. Is there anything else? 
Cain: No, thanks for your help.
The doctor nods then walks away. Cain steps into the room. Bailey's sleeping, so he pulls a chair next to her bed and sits down. As he's stting there thinking he feels calmer. He knows she's alright and he's here now. So his eyes start feeling heavier and havier as he slowly drifts asleep.

He's in a room with a bunch people. Kelly, Bailey, Richter, Diana, his real and his other family, Mickey, Monica,  They are all in the room talking to each other. He approaches Richter and Diana and starts talking to them. But they don't answer, they don't even bat an eye. He goes to his real parents, but he gets the same reaction. He goes up to everybody, but it's like he's not even there. He starts feeling disturbed and uneasy. Somebody calls his name. He turns towards the voice and it's him standing there. But he has injuries everywhere, he's bleeding  from his nose and mouth, his clothes are wet and muddy.  
Dream Cain: *cheerfully* Cain!
Cain: Wha- What is this?
Dream Cain: *evil smile* What do you think?
Cain: Who are you?
Dream Cain: Are this thick? I am you. I am the real you.
Cain: No, you're not real, you're just in my head.
Dream Cain: Well that's the point dumbo. Isn't that where your personality forms?
Cain: I'm not you, never was, never will be.
Dream Cain: You were and you will be... but you're scared to admit it.  You'll never be happy.
Cain: I will be. 
Dream Cain: *starts shaking his head* You just don't learn do you? You're destined to be unhappy, you're destined to be alone. This is the role you have in life. This is the hand you were dealt. You better accept it, because...*villainous echoey laugh* you won't be able to outrun your fate.
Cain: THAT'S NOT TRUE! *starts whispering to himself* Get it together, come on! He's not real. He's not real. He's not real. 
Dream Cain: Don't feed yourself a lie. I am very real.
Dream Cain walks towards Cain until they are face to face. Everybody else in the room starts staring at Cain
Dream Cain and everybody in the room: YOU! CAN'T! ESCAPE!

He gets startled out of the nightmare and falls down from the chair and makes a loud noise.
Cain: Fucking hell... Ahh my back...
He gets up and sees Bailey slowly waking up. He sits back down and waits until she's fully awake. Bailey's slowly looking around. She's a bit confused. Then he sees Cain on his left. She quickly looks at her right arm, it's under the blanket. Cain doesn't really make anything of it, he barely noticed Bailey's motion. 
Bailey: Why are you here? I'm gonna take a chance and say that you probably look worse than I do. How long have you been here? 
Cain glances at the clock on the wall. It's 7:42 AM. 
Cain: About... 6-7 hours. I'm here because I thought maybe you'll need some company.
Bailey: I don't buy it. I doubt you care that much about me. There is another reason. What is it?
Cain looks down, he doesn't want her to know that he genuinely cares.
Cain: Well... you first. Did you overdose?
Bailey: No. I think I just had an allergic reaction or something. Your next question will be why did I take the drugs. My answer to that is I took the drugs because I'm young and I wanted to try it.
Cain looks unconvinced and is a little bit suspicious. 
Cain: Alright. I'm here because this is my fault.
Bailey: What do you mean? 
Cain: You bought it from a shady guy wandering the halls, didn't you? 
Bailey: Yeah...?
Cain: I uh... should've called the police on him when he offered me drugs, but I didn't and you almost died because of it.
Bailey: Oh come on. Don't blame yourself for this, it was my decision.
Cain: But If I called the police, you wouldn't have bought them.
Bailey: How do you know I wouldn't have gone to find a drug dealer?
Cain: Because you probably just saw the guy and thought it would be fun to try some.
Bailey: Yeah, you're right. But hey I'm still here aren't I? 
Cain: Fortunately you are. But you easily could've died. *he stops fro a moment* I don't want you to die.
Bailey raises her eyebrows, Cain realises he outed himself.
Bailey: Why don't you want me to die? 
Cain feels embarassed.
Cain: Well... uh... you have a family, and... it would've been my fault if they had lost you.
Bailey: Yeah. You can't lie for shit. *chuckles*
Cain blushes and avoids eye contact. 
Cain: I just wanted to say I'm sorry. 
Bailey smiles.
Bailey: You have no reason to be sorry. 
They look each other in the eye and Bailey starts laughing.
Bailey: You must think I'm an idiot. 
Cain: I do. You were really irresponsible. You could've hurt a lot of people.
Bailey: *smirks* Like you? 
Cain ignores the remark.
Cain: How are you feeling? 
Bailey: Hmm.. Interesting. Better I would say.
Bailey's starting to notice that Cain might actually care.
Cain: Good. 
They sit in silence for a minute. Cain still looks troubled. 
Their eyes meet again. But this time it's not just stray eye contact. They share a moment. Bailey smiles and puts her hand on top of Cain's. Cain is overcome with calmness. He needs a person like Bailey in his life. But he's still not ready. He needs his shell, he can't leave it, not yet. So he pulls his hand away. Bailey's visibly hurt by this. 
Bailey: *mutters* Drugs should've killed me.
Cain: What did you say? 
Bailey: *blushes* No-nothing...
Cain: So you did overdose!
Bailey: No, I... I uh... Shit. *sighs* Okay... yeah I did.
Cain shakes his head.
Cain: *raises his voice* Why did you do it?!
Bailey doesn't answer
Cain: *raises his voice * Why did you lie about it?!
Bailey: Yeah, like you give a crap. 
Cain: What if I do, huh? 
Bailey: *shouting* No you don't and you fucking know it. You try to make it look like you feel terrified of caring about and trusting someone. But you're just a seflish manipulator that's what you are. I know people like you. They make people care about them then they use them for their own good. But when their own weapons are used against them they get hurt and they are surprised about it. You wouldn't understand why I did it or why I lied. 
She starts crying.
Bailey: You can get out of here. GO! Go back and be lonely and miserable. Stay in your shell it's better for everybody. 
Cain is dumbfounded. Bailey turns away from Cain. He stands up grabs his coat then leaves. 

(Maybe she's right. I only see my problems  I don't see anyone else's.)
He's walking back to the dorm. On his way he sees happy people with their partners and friends. He feels alone. He is alone. He's like a hedgehog, if anyone tries to get close, he simply turns into a ball of thorns. Cain realises that it's not Kelly's fault that he turned into this. It's his for not moving on. For being miserable. Because he is. He had the chance to be happy, but he declined it and he hurt his only friend in a long time and himself. Maybe the dream was true. He gets a phonecall, it's from Monica. 
Cain: Hey, Monica. 
Monica: Hey Cain, haven't heard your voice in a while.
Cain: Yeah. 
Monica: Um.. You were planning to travel back to Arizona for the Holidays, right? 
Cain: Yep.
Monica: What would you say if I picked you up tomorrow and drove you home. 
Cain: You're coming home too? 
Monica: It's time that I get back to my family. So what do you say? 
Cain: I mean, okay sure. 
Monica: Great. Is 6 PM good for you? 
Cain: Uhh.. Yeah I think so.
Monica: Great I'll pick you up then. Bye.
Cain: Bye.
He puts his phone away
(Well this is gonna be fun.)

He gets back to his room. His sadness and regret turned into anger all of a sudden. He sits down and starts banging his head against the desk.
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Cain: Idiot!
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Cain: Idiot!
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Cain: STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!
He rests his head and starts crying. He's back to square one.