"..." Owen twitched. It was an involuntary reaction to Leon's words. He really hadn't considered Leon the type of person to 'care' for others, and it did surprise him... but that wasn't what he found himself gritting his teeth over. He really hadn't just said that, had he? He glanced over his right shoulder, his lizard-like eye glowering.

Why did Leon have to be so adept at striking his most sensitive nerves?

He turned slowly back towards him. "I get it, I'm a good-for-nothing moron, a waste of space, a useless idiot, and all that crap. But that doesn't mean I don't care." He stared a moment more, trembling. "But whatever. If you two like each other so much, why don't you go on some stupid picnic or something. See if I care." He turned around, as if he was starting to leave just then.

Jami jerked in her sleep and stretch her side. A gasp could be heard but she didn't wake. Whimpers did follow and she ended up rolling a bit toward the other cot that was meant to be Owen's. "ça fait mal maman" Jami crossed her arms and called out faintly to Owen before losing complete conscience again.

(translation should be, it hurts mom)

Leon's eyes flicked to Jami as she spoke in her sleep again, but he didn't understand what she was saying. Her and her french, or whatever language it was.

Leon jumped down from the counter and crossed his arms in front of him. "Considering you were just defending her name you're rather insensitive towards her right to choose her own friends. Much as I can't stand you, I've never used that as a reason why she shouldn't hang out with you." Leon wave a hand in the air flippantly, remembering something. "Then again, I never needed to."

(:0 I had to comment, daaaaawh Leon being day big brother! "I don't like you and don't keep you from my sister, so y u not like me near her?" was how my head translateding )

Jami's actions distracted him from leaving temporarily, and he turned his head to give her a look. He'd understood her words, and again, he felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't help but wonder just exactly what she ws dreaming.

However, Leon too, had interrupted his not-so-hasty escape, and he give him an impatient stare. Leon didn't understand. Jami didn't understand either. They were so... ignorant about it. "So she goes and chooses the biggest jackass in the school?" He gave something of a defeated shrug. "Whatever. I couldn't care about your little 'friendship', do the hell what you like." His voice lowered to a curt mumble. "S'not like my feelings mattered anyway."

He tried to brush him off with the wave of a hand, heading for the door again.

Leon gave a flippant shrug. He wasn't sure why Owen would that he of all people care about his oh-so delicate "feelings". "Apparently. You're not much better yourself, though."

Leon took a moment's pause before shrugging once more. "But whatever. Just go ahead and run with your tail between your legs again. It's not as if I didn't see that one coming." His chair was too far away now, closer to the door. Leon didn't feel like passing Owen to get to it. So he uncrossed his arms and walked to the cot he'd pushed up next to Jami and sat towards the bottom of it.

He lingered a moment more. "I know."

He bit his lip. No, it wasn't just that, he was digging his lizard-like fangs in until the point that it started to bleed, dribbling down his chin. His clawed hands screwed up into fists. He wanted to yell back at Leon. Stand up for himself. Prove him wrong.

But who was he kidding?

His hands loosened, raising to rub his forehead instead. Truth was, he had no fight left in him. There wasn't much you could do when you were the world's doormat, except pray that people decided not to step on you.

"You should just shu'up, Leon," he murmured. "You don't u-understand."

Leon waved a hand over his shoulder, a means of telling Owen to get on with and leave already. "'Shu'up'," He imitated Owen's ridiculous speech patterns, without turning to look in his direction. "has never been a respectable comeback, and it never will be. I have no desire to understand you. I understand you too much already."

"..."

Owen remained silent. Even from a distance, one could tell he was trembling, though whether that was due to fear, anger, or overflowing emotions, it would be difficult to tell.

He gulped. Why did Jami like this monster? In fact, why did she even like him? Jami had said, love has it reasons. It was all babble. There were no reasons, just false hope. His expression crumpling, he resumed to storm out the room, slamming the infirmary door shut behind him.

"F*CK!"

He paced angrily outside the door - he needed to disembowel something right now. Clawed hands gripped his head, wanting to tear out every single hair. Eyeing a vase that sat daintily outside the infirmary, he swung his foot forcefully at it. There was a loud shatter as the porcelain shards and mud spilled across the floor. That didn't feel as satisfying as he wanted it to be.

Whipping around, he started to run as fast as his legs could carry him, caring little about about who and what he passed. He swore he was never going to leave his room again.

( bad word is bad)

Leon looked back in the direction of the door at the sound of the vase breaking. Then he rolled his and stood again, pacing the room a few times. He didn't know why he was angry right now, but he truthfully didn't want to find out.

Leon moved back towards the counter, swiping one of the discarded washcloths off the floor. He opened the cupboard the gem had fallen, wearing the washcloth like a glove. It took some digging through the medical supplies, but he found it and promptly shoved it into his hoody pocket.

Leon pulled himself back up on to the counter. He pulled his legs up after him sitting at very end of the counter with his back against the wall. He figured he'd just relax for the time being. That, and he didn't want Jami to wake up and find the room suddenly empty. He let his head fall back to rest against the wall and actually closed his eyes. After a while of sitting in this same position with nothing happening, he fell asleep.

(le time skip)

Finally it was morning. After hours of restless sleep Jami woke up exhausted. She knew exactly where she was, because she had never really left conscience for to long of a time. Jami didn't dare move now she knew she wouldn't drift off again. The light of the sun rising was getting brighter. It was lucky that her short hair didn't really get messy in her sleep but she still felt gross. Looking down at her shirt she frowned at seeing her coughing hadn't stopped over night. In response to her thoughts a round came and rattled her. There wasn't as much blood now though, so that was a good sign.

Jami bent her arms and smiled she had good motor control. It was nice to be sure of some things. Looking around the room Jami caught sight of an awful mess and lack of Owen. Where the heck did her go, and why was her nicely organised clothes thrown about? Letting herself get back to the fact of herself Jami let magic flow to her fingers. It was satisfying to see and feel it. She took of the bloody shirt and pulled the blanket up over her feeling a bit reviled now. Underneath she pressed her hand to her wound. Now it should heal up in less time.

Jami looked back around the room again. Still seeing no Owen her thought he was in the bathroom or in a different room vanished...he had left her? Why would he...? Did he not care? She looked straight at Leon and creased her eyebrows. She connected the mess with the absence of the boy she adored. "What the hell." Some tears started to build in her eyes and her tan skin tinted red. A tear escaped and she let it roll, "Why is he gone?" Un-happy thoughts of abandonment and the fact Owen lied when he said he loved her raced in her mind.

Ridiculous thoughts, but when some one is upset, it is hard not to think the worst. Jami held back a sob, "Why would he say he loves me...then not be here when I need him.." A sob escaped against her will and made her cringe at the jerky reaction. She was having one of her long over due breakdowns.

Despite the area in which he'd fallen asleep, Leon had slept rather soundly. Dreamless sleeps were few and far between for him, but he was grateful when he did have them. He was kind of shocked awake though when Jami started coughing. He squinted his eyes against the light and ran the back of his hand over the corner of his mouth to be sure he hadn't drooled over night. He yawned once before letting his legs hang back over the side of the counter.

Leon's stomach was empty. Yesterday he'd grabbed an apple at breakfast and eaten at lunch, and that was the extend of the day's nutrition. Unless one counted an apple at lunchtime to be a meal, dinner yesterday was supposed to have been his first meal of the day and he hadn't had the chance to eat. His stomach was on the borderline of growling at him aloud.

"Owen?" Leon seemed to take a few moments to register what it was Jami was asking. He hated mornings. "Nah, I think he just got upset because you told him I'm like a brother. Because apparently all of your friends need to be cleared directly through him." Leon's voice definitely had the groggy quality of someone who'd just woken up though he said it in all seriousness. He yawned again. "Whatever." He mumbled it under his breath. There was nothing good about mornings. At the very least it was winter and the birds weren't being obnoxious.

Jami hid hr head under the blanket and started to cry. Leon wouldn't get anything. He was to sleepy. She was on her own mentally. No one could get along at this damn school, why should she expect Leon and Owen to just become friends over night. The bit of anger almost made Jami want to change her healing magic to fire but she was at least stable enough to keep her hand on her wound. She was even more upset that she didn't seem to be able to stop the break down from coming. Maybe Richard was right. She could stop who she was, this was proof. Jami was only putting off the issues.

When she had finished cry She sat up. She wasn't sure if Leon had said anything more but she didn't care. She started to try and stand up and pulled the sheet around her. "I'm going to wash up... Give me a hand getting there?" She looked sadly at Leon. She coughed but this time no blood came up with her air. Good sign. At least something was still good. No doubt Jami would go after Owen when she was better. She had to tell him something.

Leon dropped down from the counter being careful not to step on any of the materials scattered about the floor. For the moment he'd forgotten that the gem was still in his pocket, which meant the material of his hoody was a thick enough barrier to prevent his energy from burning through. Either that or he just didn't have any energy left.

Briefly he looked back at his wrist as he made his way over to Jami. The color had lightened, appearing a bit more violet now than black. Now it just looked like a bruise. He offered a hand out to Jami to help her to the bathroom and played with the idea of saying something snarky, perhaps even flirtatious, just to lighten the mood but his growling stomach interrupted him.

Leon's pupils traveled to the tops of his eyes almost in a rolling motion as he waited for it to pass. "I'm going to get some breakfast. Do you want me to bring you back anything?"