What's this?

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, Jazariel almost crumbled to his knees. He leaned on the banister heavily, his body trembling. It wasn't healthy to go on like this, but he was the one who'd gotten himself into this, he would just have to deal with it. With a deep breath, Jaz forced himself to push forward, body severely hunched over.

"How far is your room from here?" he choked out. "I feel... dizzy..." he said, lifting a hand to his forehead, his breathing becoming shaky.

Stop? He needed to stop? But how could he stop?! He couldn't just collapse to his knees and allow his body to succumb to sleep, although that sounded wonderful - a coma sounded even better.

She was pleading then. Jazariel looked down at her before lifting his hand to her shoulder, trying his best to comfort her. She seemed upset... and it was because of him. Once again, Jazariel Akira had failed at his life's one and only goal and purpose. "I can't just stop here, Doll," he said softly. "It's only down the hallway, I can make it. Then I'll go to sleep and you can mother me and yell at me any way you please, all right?"

"Anyone can be capable of anything," Jazariel said. She'd gotten angry at him once, she could get angry again and yell again like she had then. How easily she seemed to forget... but when there was no brain to process anything, he supposed that was something that could happen. He wondered how she even stayed alive...

They'd made it. It was hard to breathe; Jazariel wondered if in the time it had taken to get here the air suddenly no longer existed. Once she found her key and opened the door, Jazariel fumbled in through the threshold, collapsing to the floor only moments after entering.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fact that his face was buried in the floor.

White hair fell over his face when she turned him over. Jazariel peered at her weekly though the spaces between each strand and lock, doing his best to help her when he was brought to the be. Muscles trembling, Jazariel climbed on top and laid sprawled out, relaxing at the feel of a pillow beneath his head. "I'm fine," he mumbled. He was such a liar.

He groaned when she pulled the blankets back and contorted his body to fit under them. He hadn't even stripped down so he could sleep in more peace, but at this point it didn't matter. He just wanted to rest.

"You... whether you stay or leave is up to you," he said.

The feeling of blankets around him, shoes off his feet, and Doll's fingers brushing hair out of his face was a comfort. Jazariel laid there, eyes closed, almost too exhausted to even fall asleep. Shutting down his body would take too much energy, his mind seemed to reason. Jazariel was in limbo, somewhere between the world of slumber and the realm of the awake.

Her voice called his name, causing his eyes to immediately open and fix upon her. He blinked a few times so that his blurry vision would clear. "Mm?" he acknowledged, goading her to state her mind.