Entry #12050104001305

You Call That A Distraction?

When Jay awoke, the light that shone through the blinds signaled the rising of the sun, not the setting of it. Just opening his eyes enough to see the light made his entire head hurt and he quickly shut his eyes as a headache tore at his brain. Groaning in pain, Jay slowly raised his hands to lightly hold his head between them. Tim wasn't beside him and he wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The last thing he remembered was speaking with Tim the night before and then falling asleep on his bed, but he felt like he was missing something; had something happened between then and now that he simply didn't remember? It wouldn't be the first time, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last either.

A light knock sounded at the door and Jay mumbled, "Come in." The words had been spoken quietly but they must have been heard because the knob turned and the door opened, Jay cracking his eyes open to see Tim hunched over on his crutches.

"How you feelin'?" Tim asked, taking in the sight of Jay laying on his back, spread out across the mattress, his hands grasping both sides of his head. "Headache?"

"Yeah," Jay whispered in the hopes that keeping his voice low would ease the pain. While it didn't alleviate the pressure, it kept it from building; that was a start.

"I'll get you something," Tim said before turning around and entering the bathroom. A few seconds later he returned, handing a bottle of generic over-the-counter pain relievers to Jay. The cameraman accepted them gratefully and swallowed them dry with minimal effort.

"Did you get much sleep?" Tim asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, holding both crutches in front of him with one hand so they wouldn't tip over.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good," Tim automatically replied, but Jay could see there was something else he wanted to ask. Before he could tell him that he was free to ask whatever he wanted, Tim beat him to it. "Where did you go last night?"

Jay was puzzled. "I went somewhere?"

"Well, yeah," Tim replied. "After you came in here to lay down, I checked on you a few hours later and you were gone. You couldn't have gone too far, considering your car never left the driveway. I guess I fell asleep before you came back 'cause I never actually saw you come in."

Jay groaned, rubbing his hands over his face and rolling onto his side, his thighs pressed against Tim's lower back. So he /had/ left. But where had he gone? It couldn't have been far if he was walking and he hadn't been gone but for a few hours, but then again...

"Are the others still here?" Jay asked suddenly, more worried for their safety than anything else. He could worry later about whatever had occurred last night.

"Jessica is. Hoodie isn't."

"He disappeared?"

"Actually, no. We sort of had a meeting last night and tried to decide what our next step should be. Jess told me everything that had happened and about how Alex is armed and hunting you down, which seems sorta odd to me. Didn't you say he had your phone number?"

Tucking an arm under his head - thankfully, his headache was beginning to subside - Jay looked up at Tim. "Yeah, he does. I thought it was kinda strange too, unless he wanted to gain the upper hand by having the element of surprise."

"Jess said something like that. But anyway, we decided we couldn't do anything until we got the chance to speak with Alex himself."

"Tim, that's really dangerous," Jay said, pushing himself to sit up. Their faces were close and Jay had to force himself to focus; now was not the time to get distracted, no matter how enticing Tim might look.