"P-...Please Jack! I-"

"Felix...get out of my sight...and go home."

The door was slammed shut right in Felix's face after Jack had spoken those venom dripped words to him.

He understood his friend completely. Felix had been trusted with his children, and he'd broken that trust. It'd been nearly three hours since the original time he was given to have Edd and Molly home. Three hours too long–because Jack was furious.

Thank God he'd gotten them home though.

Edd had snapped him back awake when he'd gone under in his drunken stupor. Too late a time though because not a moment later were they smashed into a barrier. It had prevented him and the kids from tumbling down into the forest below, but it had also wrecked the front end of his car.

Molly was crying and Edd was mad. Felix though, he was horrified, not to mention hurt pretty badly from the crash. He had nearly just gotten his best friend's children–practically his godchildren–killed. And it would have been all his fault because of his issues. The issues that had basically become a part of him by now.

The bottle wasn't letting his soul go. He wasn't sure if he wanted that anyway.

And so, with the denial of any further conversation with Jack, Felix turned back around and started to walk for his car.

He didn't make it halfway across the lawn before he collapsed like a bag of rocks.

No matter how hard he tried, Felix just couldn't find the strength to stand back up. His skin shined sallow under the dim light of the moon and a nearby streetlight, as did his eyes. One's liver could only take so much alcohol and that crash had probably broken something important inside of him.

The cool night air mixed with the flaming hot sheen that covered his skin as blood and snot dribbled down his face. Blades of grass tickled his nose and cheek as the slight rise and fall of his torso grew slow.

All he smelled was himself–blood and bile.

Maybe he'd just lay here for a bit and get some shuteye.

Jack would find him in the morning anyway and wake him up.