Dallon had stayed in bed the next two days after the incident. He just felt so constantly cold and out of it. Around the end of the second day, Breezy came over to help look after him, bringing Sara with her.

"Dally, you're burning up!" Breezy frowned, disapprovingly as she held the back of her hand against Dallon's forehead. "How long were you under that cold water?"

"I blacked out, Breeze, I don't know." Dallon responded dully as Sara walked over with a spare blanket. "I'm sorry you have to deal with my sickness." He apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Breezy smiled, taking the blankets from Sara and making a kissy face at her. She giggled as she turned back to Dallon. "We've been sticking together a lot more because Sara watches the news too much."

"There's been so many murders over the past few weeks..." Sara defended, hugging her chest.

"Stop with that babe," Breezy soothed the other girl, reaching out to take her hand. "You're paranoid."

"I'm scared." Sara spoke softly, scooting closer to Breezy.

"More than the one with the note?" Dallon asked.

Sara nodded. "That was the first one. They still won't release what the note says."

"Dally, stop encouraging her!" Breezy exclaimed, earning a soft smack on the back of the head from Sara. She gave Sara a small pout before turning to the extra blanket she had brought for Dallon. "There isn't a clear pattern-" She started as she began to unravel the blanket, but Sara cut her off.

"Which means that really no one is safe!"

"I'm sure you guys will be fine." Dallon tried to reassure, but Sara looked skeptical. He wanted to say something else, but his phone began to ring loudly. Breezy grabbed the phone from Dallon's bedside table and passed it to him.

Dallon answered it, bringing it up to his ear to be greeted by a suave voice. "Dallon, Did you pick up? That means I have service, finally!"

"Hello, Brendon." Dallon smiled. He shifted slightly in bed to look away from Sara and Breezy. Breezy was already mocking with kissy faces while Sara shook her head at her girlfriend. "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Brendon sighed, "There was just no reception where my parents live. The only reason I have it now is because I'm on my way home."

"Only two days?" Dallon asked with the furrow of his eyebrows, "That was a short trip."

"I only needed to inquire on a small detail, Dallon." Brendon chuckled, "We discussed it a week or so ago, don't you remember?"

"A week or so..." Dallon wracked his brain for the conversation with Brendon. He only came up with blank spaces.

"Oh!" Brendon suddenly exclaimed, "How stupid of me, I discussed that with a friend of mine, I apologize."

Dallon felt reassured. "It's fine, Brendon." He smiled, "When will you be home?"

"By midnight, hopefully." Brendon responded, "Should I plan on you being over later in the day tomorrow? I'd love to see you again."

Dallon bit his lip. He had so many questions for Brendon after what happened with Ryan... Or Ryro... Whatever he called himself. However, he was nervous to ask. What if he found himself in the same, crazed position?

"Yea, if I'm up to it. I've been a bit sick." Dallon finally responded.

"Dallon! Why didn't you say so?" Brendon exclaimed, "Listen: chicken noodle, warm tea, and a good nights rest. It helps, trust me."

"Thanks." Dallon smiled, "I'll get right on it."

"Get better." Brendon's tone seemed to translate the smile on his face, "I'll see you soon."

"See you soon." Dallon was able to say before the line went dead. His smile fell, slightly, as he pulled the phone away from his ear. He turned to Breezy and Sara, who were both looking at him with curiosity. "What?"

Breezy rolled her eyes. "Wing man wants to know the word." She responded. Sara giggled and looked down.

"He's coming home." Dallon said with a sniffle, "He asked me over tomorrow night."

"We should get you better, then!" Breezy exclaimed, popping to her feet. "I need hot soup, hot tea, and a thermometer."

"Kitchen, kitchen, and I'm not entirely sure." Dallon laughed.

Breezy nodded before grabbing hold of Sara's hand. "To the kitchen and possibly the pharmacy!" She declared before running out of the room, pulling a giggling Sara behind her. Dallon was laughing himself until he heard Breezy's next, rushed words. "Hello, Mr. Weekes!"

"Hello, my dear." Dallon could hear his father laugh outside of his bedroom door. He prayed for his father to continue down the hallway and bypass his room.

No such luck.

"Hello, son." His father greeted as he stepped into the room.

"Hi, dad..." Dallon muttered, shifting his gaze to his bedsheets.

His father continued into the room. "How are you feeling? Hopefully better after having those lovely ladies looking after you."

"Fine..."

"Dallon." His father's tone became stern, prompting Dallon to look up. The look on his father's face matched his tone, "I realize you're sick, but we need to discuss something."

Dallon shook his head, "Dad, I'm really not feeling up to-"

His father held up a hand to silence him. Dallon obediently shut his mouth. "You're a young man now, son. By twenty one, I was already engaged to your late mother and building the basis of my company."

"I'm not you, dad." Dallon shook his head, "This is a different era. I'm a different person than you."

"Dallon, I don't want excuses!" His father's voice rose slightly, "I understand we aren't the same person, but it's time to start getting your life on track. You've already missed part of your secondary education-"

"It's called a year off, dad, plenty of students take it." Dallon argued, "I would of taken it first getting out of high school, but you wanted me to jump straight into college."

"I want you to have a future." His father said in defense, "At least Breezy has stuck with her degree and is nearing completion! A woman like that is a good one to have on your side."

"I am not proposing to her or anyone." Dallon said, flatly. "I know that's what you're really here to discuss. I don't feel good."

His father looked frustrated by his words. "Now, Dallon! You always avoid this discussion, but it needs to be talked abo-" His father had been speaking loudly, but he suddenly quieted. Dallon's eyes flickered to the door to see Sara nervously poking her head in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." Her voice was almost a whisper as she looked nervously between the men.

"No, it's fine." Dallon's father said. He walked over to the door and pulled it open, causing Sara to jump and stand up straight rather sheepishly. "We'll discuss this more later, Dallon." His father said, flatly.

Dallon felt a sense of dread wash over him. Thankfully, it was quickly replaced by relief as his father left the room. He turned to Sara with thankful eyes.

"You're a lifesaver." He whispered.

She gave him a nervous smile. "I was just coming to ask what flavor of tea you'd prefer."

"After that save, anything would be fine." Dallon replied.

"Lemon with a dash of honey, then?" Sara asked, nodding in confirmation when Dallon gave a positive response.

Dallon sighed as she left the room. His head was dully throbbing after the conversation with his father. He really wanted Dallon directly in his footsteps...

Dallon thought of Brendon's words on the matter. Footsteps were boring to follow. That path had already been made, and Dallon didn't want to follow it. His sexuality already set him on a different path; one without a wife and eventual child. Just one with someone of his own gender that he can be happy with.

"I want to branch out on my own path." Dallon spoke quietly to himself before sneezing loudly. "Getting well would also be nice..." He muttered, snuggling down into his blankets to feel warm.

At least he had seeing Brendon to look forward to tomorrow... Unless there was something more sinister to the man that possibly pushed his last partner to insanity... Dallon bit his lip. Who knew how tomorrow would go...