The aroma of coffee and bacon from down the hall awakens Chance. His room is still dark and for a moment wonders who is in the kitchen in the middle of the night. As he sits up he notices the clock reads 9...am. Pushing his hair back through his hands the last thing he remembers is a wicked headache and Tim handing him his medication. Meeshka greets him as he  starts to stand. He bends over to pet her only to discover that's not the best move as dull pain starts near his eyes. He stands up slowly, waits a moment for it to subside then grabs a pair of sweats and heads towards the kitchen.

Meeshka had ran ahead and was greeting Tim in the kitchen. "Good morning girl," he says as he gives her a piece of bacon. He turns back to the counter and she lets out a bark, wanting more. "Shh, we don't want to wake Chance. Here ya go" he says as he gives her another piece.

" You realize you have a friend for life now after that treat" Chance says as he walks into the kitchen.

"He's alive Meeshka!" Tim laughs.

"Barely" Chance replies as he sits down at the table.

Tim poured two cups of coffee, placing one in front of Chance and asks "You feel like eating? I'm about to make myself an omelet and some toast"

"Toast I guess" he replied "and a couple pieces of bacon" as he takes a sip of his coffee.

Tim makes the toast and hands both to Chance before making his omelet. "How's your head this morning?" he asks as he plates his food.

"Well I guess ok seeing as I was drinking last night. It's down to a dull pain if I bend over" he tells him.

Tim looks at him and says " uh, buddy that was two nights ago. We came back here around 4 am yesterday. You slept from the time we put you in the car till 3 o clock yesterday afternoon when you woke up with the headache. I gave you your prescription pain medication and you slept straight through till now."

Chance closes his eyes and shakes his head a bit.."damn, the last thing I remember we were all sitting at the bar drinking shots, the band was playing and the place was hopping."

"I have to tell you, I'm totally surprised by the amount of whiskey and beer you put away, and were still standing, well sort of " Tim remarks.

Chance says " I haven't done that in a very long time" as he looks down at his coffee.

Tim finishes eating, slides his plate aside and takes a sip of his coffee. He looks at Chance " you began to ramble at one point just before we left. You said you wanted to just numb yourself  from everything so the pain would go away. "

Chance gets up from the table, places his dishes in the sink. Tim looks at him "Just talk to me will ya. I can't stand to see you like this. It's not helping you physically or mentally to keep it all inside" he says sternly.

Chance begins walking out of the kitchen, tears welling up in his eyes. Tim stands and grabs his arm, turning him to face him. "Damn it Chance, tell me. You trusted me before, trust me now. "

Chance begins to sob uncontrollably as his knees begin to buckle. Tim embraces him, bringing him to the sofa where he sits him down. Then pulls the foot stool over and sits in front of him. Chance just sits there, his hands covering his face as he leans forward on his knees and continues to cry.