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Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Jen was very protective of Greiver - she had been working with him for over six months, and more before that while he was still in hospital in a coma. She'd become invested in his well being and not just professionally Greiver was genuinely easy to like because he was open and honest, innocent. The house was at present government owned though, and thus other housemates could use the second bedroom. Lance was the first housemate Greiver had had, and Jen hadn't been given the opportunity to meet him beforehand nor ensure he was the right type of person to have access to Greiver, who was more vulnerable than most people would realise. She was understandably wary of Lance and determined to make sure Greiver wasn't stuck with someone who could be harmful to his well being or development. Good afternoon Lance. She greeted, attempting to be warm and friendly though she did examine him carefully. She may not have met him but she had seen his file, and was cautious. People who had lived on the streets were rough, they had often developed a hard shell and Lance had fallen into a bad habit, which posed additional problems. She had to give him a chance to prove her caution unnecessary though. It may take a while, as any potential employer will need assurances of your reliability and your fitness to work. She told him, blunt but honest. You may require routine drugs tests for example, which you'll need to pass consistently until its deemed no longer necessary. There may be things you could do to improve your situation though is there any particular job or industry you'd like to get involved in? If there's a chance of you volunteering that would help. Even if its not in the area you'd eventually like to work in, if you can start some volunteering work it'll prove you're dedicated and reliable, providing you do well. There are some groups that can help people get into particular industries or give those without work experience opportunities like volunteering or apprenticeships, things like that. She explained. Greiver listened quietly, taking the information in even though it wasn't intended for him. She looked to him now though, as she continued. Greiver has tried a few sessions through a local group who enable disabled individuals to interact with animals - playing with them, feeding them, things like that, through the local pound. They often take in volunteers to help that happen as well, so even though its not regular work its still helpful and works towards a good cause. Greiver beamed, because he'd enjoyed it a lot even if it was just a short visit and he'd only been able to go a few times so far. He was still worn out by excursions - in truth he got worn out bouncing around the house and was frequently found napping, because his stamina was still very low and he was still recovering.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Lance heard everything what Jen said carefully, not that he didn't know how the system worked, but he didn't want to miss a detail, nor seem rude or anything, he was trying to get Jen to like him a bit, at least. He would do his best, although he was mostly sure he would fail at first. He used to have such powerful will when he was young, he could do or stop doing whatever he wanted to, it wasn't hard for him to set a goal and go after it in a straight line with no distractions, and now the only thing he wanted was distractions, anything was a good way to avoid acknowledgment of his situation. I never had a job before... I'm not sure about what I like... I'll do anything though. He said once Jen was done and he finished his chocolate. Volunteering at the pound sounds good. Lance added with a brief smile. I like animals. If that was the best he could get, he would take it, he knew he couldn't be picky and should take whatever that was available for him. He knew Sanders would be proud of him if he started working and that was another incentive, since some time ago, after Sanders and him got closer, her opinion started to slowly become more important to Lance.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Lance wasn't surprised with Jen's words, she was right, she had no reason to trust him, sometimes it was hard to believe that Sanders really trusted him, but maybe was that trust what made Lance finally decide to do what she wanted and thought it was the best for him. One thing he didn't understand was the big deal about bringing people over, why would anyone care about a guy who draws in the walls? It was kind of a downer, he finally had a place and he couldn't invite anyone, he could bring Sanders but she didn't count, maybe it was for the best, after all, Lance didn't knew anyone who could or would help him to change and improve. He did see in Jen her wish for him to get better, if it was to make sure Greiver would be fine or because she cared even a little about him, Lance didn't care, he was happy enough knowing that there were two people that wanted him to get better. He looked over at Greiver as he started drawing, and when Jen spoke about asking anything about him, Lance had formed a string of questions that didn't leave his mouth, it seemed like Jen didn't have and didn't want to explain more about Greiver's state, and somehow it felt like he would be taking care of a little kid. Still, Lance couldn't think what problems could Greiver cause to him. I'll call you. He said after all the time he remained in silence while Jen talked. Um... Does he have some kind of schedule or something? Pills to take at any hour? Lance asked taking his eyes back to Greiver for a moment. He told me you cook for him. Lance looked at Jen. I can cook, if I still remember how. He laughed a little. I'll ask Sanders to bring me what I need, so you won't have to expend your money, on me at least, but I will cook for both. Lance used to help his mother at the kitchen rather often and he had memorized his favourites recipes, yet so far he'd never had the chance to try his skill. Even when he tried not to ask much, Lance couldn't stop asking a few more questions. What if he spends like this all day? Should I... Bring him back somehow? Does he go out alone? Waking up to find out Greiver was gone did sound like a problem.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Lance did stop for a moment thinking about the pills stashed at the bathroom, and he had to fight back the idea of taking the painkillers for him, Jen would knew, if she ever checked and the pills weren't there, that it was him and not Greiver the one who to took them. It wasn't the time to think about that, he still had his own stash and it would last, unless his cough and fever decided to come back, and it would be back sooner than later. When he was sick and out of medicine, Lance still had a way to feel good but he would try and go out to get high, he couldn't risk Jen finding him. He finally got rid of everything else and focused once more in Jen's indications. He would make sure to check that Greiver was eating properly. He needed to eat more than four times during the day anyway. Lance needed to get used to eat a full meal, so far he couldn't because his body simply couldn't take it, his stomach couldn't take much food without hurting later, so he had started to increase the amount of food he could eat at each meal some time ago, but it was still in process. You don't have to worry about his food then, I'll take care of that. He said smiling a bit. If he didn't have to ask Sanders for money or supplies it was better, but now he needed to make some excuse to make her come to visit him, Greiver was lucky with Jen, she seemed to have a lot of free time for him, or at least she was able to make some time. He didn't quite understand Greiver's mind troubles, and he would leave him be unless something bad might happen to him, Lance wasn't responsible for him, but he wouldn't let Greiver hurt himself. Thank you Lance said to her, he was honestly thankful, and it looked like Jen could accept him sooner than he first thought.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Like Lance, Greiver was recovering from a long period of not getting appropriate amounts of food, and so was required to eat regularly but in small amounts. Greiver loved eating but tended to lose track of time - he wasn't very good at keeping on top of it but it was made even more difficult by his periods of psychosis. The closest that psychologists had been able to compare it to was akin to a paracosm - an imaginary world in his mind that was so detailed he couldn't tell it apart from reality. It crept into his awareness in increments - like seeing and hearing things that weren't there, and could be fully immersive like it was right now or just partially - where he could still interact with the true 'reality' and was aware of it, or like now when he had limited awareness of what everyone else understood as reality. Thank you. Jen smiled at him gratefully. The government was trying to right its wrongs but would always be an inherently flawed institution in point of fact Greiver had been living in this house for some time now but still hadn't been provided with a proper carer - the task still fell to Jen even though it was no longer something she was supposed to be doing, they hadn't hired a replacement for him. Jen had been hired to do everything Greiver might need her to, but her role was being slowly reduced and reassigned to the ongoing court case rather than his direct care. Well, I'll leave it at that for now. She said with a slight sigh. I didn't want to drop everything on you the day you got in but there is some paperwork that you'll need to go through, so I'll swing round either tomorrow or the day after. You have enough food here till then, and its important that you adjust to living in a house and what that means. Taking the potential bite out of her words, Jen smiled at him compassionately. I'll be back though, and I'll get the budget sorted out to give you a stipend so you can buy some food and supplies for yourself. If you do need anything specific you can write a list and I'll see if I can provide it for you - some things we can get through expenses like medicine if you're ill, basic supplies for getting you on your feet. If you feel you would like some educational materials then we can provide that too - Greiver has a few things but not much since he's not been interested in giving schooling another go. As she was speaking Jen was readying herself to leave. She didn't seem to mind that Greiver hadn't come out of his daze, just ruffled the young man's hair and stood, adjusting her bag over her shoulder. I can see myself out. She assured him. I'll see you in the next few days. Don't forget my number is by the phone if you need me.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Alright. Lance replied with a smile, feeling a tad relieved, knowing that Jen was going to help him out with those papers. Sanders had told him he would probably need to fill up a pile of documents and stuff. Stuff wasn't the word she used, but Lance didn't pay much attention to her at that moment. He frowned slightly at Jen for a brief moment, she got nicer towards him during their conversation, but it was clear she hadn't changed her mind about him in the slightest. Thank you. Um... Sanders usually gives me the medicine I need... But I'll let you know if I can't talk to her. He nodded at Jen and followed with his eyes as she left, sighing a little. After a moment, he relaxed and leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes, hearing Greiver's intermittent humming, it was a bit creepy, seeing the guy drawing like that, eyes open and fixed on nothing, it made Lance shiver a little. He got up then, and walked over the kitchen, he was starving and opened the fridge to see what was on each box, deciding to take the one containing mac and cheese and put it into the microwave while he took a plate and a fork. He drew out the hot food, took a glass of water and sad down. Lance took his time to eat, not only because of his condition, but also because he couldn't remember the last time he ate mac and cheese, and it felt almost like a little pleasure. Once he finished the small amount he'd served onto his place, Lance put the rest back into the fridge and washed the things he used, refilling the glass almost to the top before leaving the kitchen. Lance decided to go up to his room, checking on Greiver for a moment and seeing no sign of change, he gave a small shrug and made his way up stairs. Once at his room he kicked his shoes off, placed the glass atop of his night stand and lay down on the bed, searching into his pants pocket and drew out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit the cigarette he had to put off that morning before getting into Sanders' car and took a long, deep drag, letting the smoke out slowly through his nose. He knew he'd get used to his new life in matter of days, at least to its commodities, responsibilities were going to be a load, but Lance needed to push himself out of his shitty life now that he was given the chance, it wasn't something you could simply throw away. The smoke from his cigarette soon dried and closed his throat, triggering a nasty coughing fit. He was way used by now, but it always ended up with him practically curled up into a ball, and a searing pain on his throat. It was harder every time, the medicine was good enough to spread the time between each episode, but they became longer than just a few months ago, what Sanders was able to give him wasn't enough to cure Lance, only to ease on the symptoms. When Lance finally managed to stop the coughing he sat up on the bed, rubbing his teary eyes and breathing deeply, trying to fill up his lungs with air once more. Shit... Lance sighed, reaching over the glass to take a few sips.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

It was a few hours later when Greiver reappeared from his dazed state. Sleepy but hungry, he went to the kitchen on instincts and made himself a hot chocolate. If it was possible for him to put on weight just by drinking hot chocolate he'd probably be all better by now, but alas. Jen had managed to get him some nutritional chocolate shakes though, which he could lightly heat up without impacting the effect it had. They didn't taste as good but they were packed full of the stuff he needed, and sometimes he even remembered to drink them instead of the regular hot chocolate options. His first mug of hot chocolate was regular, but his second was the nutritional stuff. He was too tired to eat properly even though food was tasty, so the shake was a good substitute. In the meantime he returned to his spot in the lounge and cleared up some of the mess he'd made with his drawing discarded pencils and pieces of paper. Given his situation, it may be surprising that Greiver was actually a little bit of a neat freak. Nothing excessive, but he tidied up after himself and kept the place in as good condition as he was able. He couldn't do too much though, not yet, but he often wore himself out tidying. Given how little muscle mass was on his body, attempting to vacuum was very strenuous for him, and he'd only managed to do it a few times with minimal success. He had exercises he did to build up his strength though, but he still had a long way to go. Given how little import time had for him, he didn't bother looking at a clock at all so he had no idea how long ago Jen had left or he had been out of it. It didn't matter what time it was anyway since he wasn't able to keep a regular sleep cycle anyway. He hummed as he puttered around the kitchen and lounge, sleepily debating whether he should attempt the stairs and sleep in his own bed or just stay down here. It wasn't an unusual problem - until he regained his strength, even going up the stairs could be more than he was able to manage sometimes. There was a blanket behind the couch for him to use so he snuggled up on the couch for a few hours rest.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

After Lance finished his smoke he laid down, thinking that he needed to get an ashtray now that he wasn't on the streets anymore as he stared a the stub floating in the water for a moment. He made himself comfortable, pulling the blankets over him and readied himself to sleep, since he had nothing else to do. It was going to be harder than Lance thought, adjusting his life and making a proper routine to live in a house. He was used to wake up, and wander off around the city, in search of food, drugs or some old desperate man ready to pay him for a blowjob. Lance could spent days out after a good deal until he ran out of whatever he had gotten, heroin, coke, meth, anything that was good enough to make him loose track of time and stop caring about all the shit around him. He finally fell asleep for some hours, waking up when the sun was setting and thought he could take a shower, a long and hot shower before eating something and see what else he could do. It took him a short while to find where the towels were and once he found them, Lance made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and undressed, taking a quick glance of his body on the mirror and releasing a long, heavy sigh. He asked himself if he could ever swim again, the Olympics Games where completely out of sight, that was a lost chance, but Lance hoped he could go back to train once more someday, maybe after getting a job, he could get enough money to afford a sports club, and go back to do what he loved the most. He shook his head softly and started the water before stepping into the shower and smiled at the touch of the warm water on his skin. He used to take quick showers at Sanders' clinic, but now he could take all the time he wanted. When he deemed he was cleaned and pleased enough with his shower, and because he had finished the hot water, Lance decided it was time to step out. He stopped the water and wrapped himself with a large towel before making his way to his room to dry off and get into some clothes once more. Lance finally went down stairs, to find Greiver was still at the couch and considering that he didn't see him taking anything else than hot chocolate, decided it might be time to wake him up so he could eat something. He went to the kitchen and made everything ready, placing plates, cutlery and glasses before going back to the couch. Greiver? He whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder and moving him slowly. Wake up... Let's have dinner, yes?
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Greiver's sleep was light and it didn't take much to pull him out of it. It was fortunate really, since when he tried for a deeper sleep he tended to wake with terrible nightmares, not that he remembered them. As it was though, instead of getting proper amounts of sleep he took shorter naps at regular intervals, as much because his stamina was still low and he couldn't keep up the high energy output of his exuberance when he was awake. It was usually only when he was mentally away did his body slow down. Mumbling sleepily as he was awoken, Greiver shifted a bit so he could see who had woken him, greeting Lance with a smile once he recognised him. Hmm, okay. He agreed, sounding tired still. He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand and then stretching out till his feet stuck over one end of the couch and his arms the other. Once he was sufficiently stretched he eased his legs over the side and sat up, yawning again. Rubbing at his eyes, he got to his feet and shuffled into the kitchen to see what was in there. D'you want anything in particular? He asked as he looked in the freezer, perking up a bit as he woke up more fully. There's lots of choices, Jen is always getting me new things to try! It wasn't all frozen meals either, there were some tins of soup and other things that could be cooked in the microwave as well as on the stove. Like hot dogs, or noodles! She even put little tubs of meat in the freezer so I could use it in whatever I wanted, like to make a sandwich, a salad or whatever else we might want! The selection available wasn't that extensive, but it was a huge list for Greiver, who was used to being provided a set meal without any options. There were plenty of choices though, and there were still many things he had yet to try. There was little chance that he'd dislike it either, since Jen didn't stock the cupboards with things he didn't like, though so far there were only a few things he hadn't enjoyed. Having so many options to choose from was a pleasure all in itself to him though. What sort of things do you like? My favorite food is hot chocolate. Would you like some? Because he was in the kitchen, of course he'd start making hot chocolate.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Lance nodded at him and left to the kitchen, sitting down as he waited for Greiver, following him with his eyes from the couch to the fridge. Greiver definitely had his own time for everything, and even when it made Lance feel a little anxious, he really didn't have a reason to rush things up, he had nothing to do, nowhere to go, he just needed to get used to someone else's presence and rhythm. I'll let you choose He replied with a smile. There was a lot of food, at least it seemed to Lance, the fridge and every counter were stuffed with frozen food, noodles, rice, and cans of about everything that could be canned and eaten. For him, it seemed like they had food enough for months. Greiver's question was rather depressing and put Lance to think about all the time he lived on the streets. I don't know... Lance smiled briefly, he couldn't recall which food he liked or disliked, finding out once again would be something interesting to do, if there was some kind of bright sight about it. It was sad though, he was so used to eat whatever he could get, that it was like his taste sense had been suppressed. Only lately, after he met Sanders, Lance began to eat better, but still accepting whatever she could bring him. Being accompanied would be good for Lance, he knew it the moment Greiver offered him hot chocolate. He laughed, he should have guessed Greiver loved hot chocolate so much. Lance nodded at him. OK. He accepted the chocolate, watching Greiver as he was already making some. It was weird how fast his mood changed with a simple question. Lance released a short sigh, asking himself if he could get to be as free of worries as Greiver seemed to be. It would be nice, to wake up one day and know that his life was back on track once again, get rid of all uncertainty and for once know what was going to happen next.