Gray

"Doc? Doc, wake up!" Tuck's voice cuts through the silence, but Vincent remains still, lost in sleep. Tuck hesitates, then reaches over and pinches Vincent’s shoulder with a sharp twist.

"AH!" Vincent jerks awake, disoriented. "What—what is it? What happened? What time is it?" His voice is groggy, laced with confusion.

"It's after 4. You missed your alarm." Tuck replies through a tired yawn. "I did my chores already… Now I’m going to take a nap." He turns away, flopping onto his own bed with the exhaustion of someone who’s been up far too long.

Vincent pushes himself up, stretching his stiff limbs. A sudden wave of anxiety grips him. "Tuck?"

"I know. I gave her a meal…" Tuck mumbles, half-asleep. "There’s a plate for you too."

Vincent’s eyes soften when he sees the dish on the dresser—his favorite foods. Tuck knew him well...

He eats quickly, his mind still foggy as he tidies up the room, collecting the empty beer cans that cluttered the space from last night. The remnants of the party