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Jeremiah had waited until his voice was no longer hoarse, until the smell of smoke and charred taste had left his senses. The detective lieutenant did not want to speak to his son while he sounded like his throat had been burnt.

(It may have been, who knew.)

Instead when it seemed to have cleared up, his voice only having the barest hints of hoarseness left, he had texted him to come over. There were some things to talk about. Algie had only left because he knew Zac was coming over to go get some things from the store, the idea of leaving Jeremiah alone not at all something he approved of.

Jeremiah had insisted he would be fine for a few minutes until Zac arrived; it would be alright. The detective was situated on the couch, no notebook in hand at the moment but his 3DS instead as he played Ocarina of Time. It was just meant to be a distraction until he felt a little better and could do a couple things around the house.

"Living room!" Jeremiah called out to Zac as he heard the door open. Hellbine was lounging next to him, paws pushing against his thigh as the other turned towards the front door. "I wouldn't say okay but-"

The sentence is not finished, instead cut off, because Jeremiah finds his world falling out from under his feet. The visions flash across his mind. There is a flock of birds in the sky and they are following him, though he is not sure why. They're constantly watching and he swears, for a moment, he watches as one of them drops something red and glinting.

In the distance he sees her. Sunny. Her clothing is more befitting of the time of the Indian Princess but she still has that modern cigarette and watches as she lights it up with just a touch of her finger to the tip of it.

To the rest of the world, while he is caught in this his body has seized and Hellbine is there letting out a very, very worried mew.

Thankfully the time with Zac fumbling with his phone was enough for Jeremiah to start coming back around with a sharp wheeze of breath, as if his lungs had stopped a moment as well when the rest of him seized up.

"Zac?" he spoke, voice rough once more. Jeremiah was pushing himself up into a sitting position and rubbing a hand across his forehead. "You don't-" he breathed out, "-need to call nine one one. They can't help."

"Zac. Breathe." Jeremiah's voice was hoarse, arms reaching out and tugging Zac close to pull him into a hug and hold him. "Deep breaths; in through your mouth and out your nose." A hand along his son's back, trying to calm him.

Even if his body was protesting everything at the moment.

"I cashed in my favor and it had unexpected consequences."

Jeremiah flinched though it was thankfully hidden. The comment about being dead was rather poignant, especially after having felt Algie's distress over the situation. There was guilt (always there; never leaving) and it was hard to ignore with Zac as he was.

He continued to smooth a hand down along his son's back, not unlike what he had done with he had been younger.

"In the long run, I believe so." That it was worth it, that what he was dealing with and what he was putting his loved ones through was worth it. The other thing, however-

"I don't know." It was an honest answer. "Alg says it's-" Jeremiah let out a stuttered breath and sighed. "As if I am having a seizure when it's at it's worse, a fainting spell at it's lowest. It happens multiple times a day." Blue-green eyes glanced away, looking to his notebook on the coffee table. "I asked for knowledge and that is what is causing it. My mind- It is just overwhelming my body."

"They're fairly constant. I was doing worse when Alg found me." Jeremiah let out a breath. "I don't actually know how I got home. Alg found me in bed, I was in bad shape-" The hoarseness was still there from his throat having felt burnt. "I couldn't really speak, my throat was ... burnt but it's improved."

"Similar," he admitted. "I don't have the stomach to eat anything that's crispy or charred for the time being." Jeremiah ran a hand through his hair. "... and I've been drinking cold drinks." No warm tea for him, at least he hadn't tried yet anyway.

"It faded in my case, after a couple days. My throat is just sore now." Blue-green eyes flicked to Zac and his arm squeezed around him. "I don't know he offered me other information. Tried to make me pick something else but I didn't. He's ..." The silver-haired man trailed off and shook his head.

"I will do my best," Jeremiah replied, smoothing a hand across his face. He paused for a moment, looking to the bone ring that was now on his pinky. It was ignored once more as he looked to Zac.

"There was one thing he said that was unsettling on top of everything else."