She catches him, again, though this time it feels like she almost doesn't make it in time.

"Fuck's sake," she says under her breath. "Eat food, why don't you—"

He doesn't wake up right away this time.

"I don't know if that would help," Daisy says slowly. "You... might not want to be here, when he wakes up."

"—so on the one hand that makes sense and on the other hand it's—my watch—" She carefully lays Jon out on the floor and scoots away from him and looks between him and Daisy and bites her lip. "Fuck. You guys are—you're not doing okay. Like—you're—you're not okay."

Sigh. "Not really.

I can lay down if you want to leave. You caught him, you did your part of this job."

She gets to her feet, glancing between them again.

"...okay. I'm. Going for a walk. Please make sure both of you stay on the floor for the next, I dunno, half an hour. I'll..." (she sighs, and smiles wryly) "...indulge in some wishful thinking and bring you guys food when I get back."

"Thanks."

When April returns, Jon is awake.

She has successfully remembered which things he finds edible and retrieved some of them from stores, and the first thing she does when she gets back is set down a Certified Acceptable Food Item and a water bottle next to him on the floor. (With a side of mild Suspicious Glaring, because she remembers Daisy telling her not to be around when he woke up.)

Jon does not look particularly interested in the Certified Acceptable Food Item. He does sip from the water bottle. He is once again not blinking, although he stops staring at April and starts staring at the floor once she gives him a Suspicious Glare. "Thank you." He doesn't sound particularly thankful. He sounds like he's aiming for his usual vaguely acidic tone, but his voice shakes and it lands somewhere in 'exhausted' instead.

She paces back and forth a couple times and then says, not looking at either of them, "—dying. Is the word I was avoiding earlier."

"What--" Jon cuts himself off. "Was this. I mean. When were--" Sigh. "I don't remember this conversation, do I have a concussion or are you just assuming I'm all-knowing enough to be aware of all the conversations you happen to have."

"Sorry, no, I was talking to Daisy right after you passed out. I just—" She makes a frustrated noise. "Words, ugh."

Pace pace pace.

"—I'm going for another walk and for your information it's not because I'm scared of you." (This is true.) "I'll be back in... fifteen minutes. Don't get up, I'll be mad."

Halfway out the door, she pauses to add, "And thank you for not asking questions even though I was being cryptic and frustrating."

And she's out.

Jon is going to close his eyes and also make a frustrated noise. Frustrated noises are all the rage today, apparently.

"She wants to help, you know."

"Yes, well."

"I'm just saying." Daisy will put the radio on and remain on the floor. They can listen to a bad sitcom while they wait.

(Basira and Melanie are around if April wants to talk to them. Or she can take a walk on her own.)

Oh she is in no way going to try to make the word sounds come out of her face hole in this state. She stomps around the block for a little less than ten minutes first, until she can think in complete sentences again.

Then, with five minutes still to go before she promised she'd be back, she finds whichever of Basira or Melanie she can track down first and says abruptly, "So they're starving to death, huh."

"We don't know that."

"It seems pretty fucking likely to me at this point."

"It might be just--withdrawal. Getting worse before it gets better. We don't even know if they can die normally.

...I don't like seeing them like this either. But they both did a lot of damage. I let them do a lot of damage. If we could make sure they were pointed at the right people, maybe, but I don't want to just... set them loose again."

"Man, I have no idea who 'the right people' are to point them at, I just—"

She spends a moment struggling with words.

"—if they are starving to death, then—I can't singlehandedly save either of them, I'm pretty sure. I don't even know what Daisy eats. But... I don't think I like standing by and watching somebody waste away when I know I could feed them and while it would enormously suck it would not, in fact, kill me."

"Daisy would kill you.

You don't have to do anything, you know. Whatever happens to them, it's not on you."

"...so on the one hand, you're right, it's not. I don't have to. I could just stand back and see what happens and if what happens is death then oh well, sucks to be them. And if somebody was trying to make me do it, or make the case that it's my responsibility just because I'm here and I have a tasty treat attached, I would definitely tell that person to fuck off. But..." She shakes her head. "Man, I don't even like him that much, but he's a person and he's blatantly dying in front of me and it turns out I like that even less."