*In an attempt to clear his head before being high freaked out Purg, he stepped out onto the small balcony porch, looking down at the street below. He wasn’t afraid of heights, in fact, he got a small thrill out of looking down at the street, at the bushes, and wondering what it’d be like to fall. If they were on the second floor, it’d maybe break a leg or arm, if he didn’t fall wrong and break his neck. But on the third floor, the possibility of the impact killing him, smashing his skull, was higher.
There were bushes lining the apartment complex, and looking down, he saw something rustling in one of them. Thinking maybe the Hellhound had gone back to invisible doggy form, he leaned over the railing to get a better look, suddenly able to tell exactly what would happen if he fell as he accidentally tips over the railing, his body slamming down onto the ground.
He tried to shield his head from the impact, breaking his arm instead as he bashed his head against the ground anyways, barely protected by his arm. People screamed and rushed to help him sit up, dazed and confused, but perfectly fine besides the broken arm.
Across the street, he could still see Julians van sitting there, and for some reason a sense of worry washed over him that he hadn’t seen Julian in so long. But it didn’t make sense for his van to be this far into town. Seeing a cat run out of the bushes, reminded him of Julian too, wondering why there was suddenly a mental image of an anteater on Julians lap instead of the tabby cat he was used to.
Shaking off the worried onlookers as the sound of sirens got closer, he knew he couldn’t let them take him to a hospital where they’d run tests and ask questions as to why the heart monitor wouldn’t change from a flat line while attached to him, even as he’s obviously awake.
Instead of leading anyone back to his own home accidentally, he ran across the street to the apartment complex Julians van was parked infront of, wondering if maybe he’d run into his twin brother*
