Decisions were made

Arceus his neck hurt and his back. In a failed attempt to lighten the uncomfortable feeling, he turned on his other side. There was little room for movement, which did not help. He grumbled, mumbling something to himself.

At least it was still dark.

Ghiyath pulled his hoodie further over his face, keeping his eyes shut down. No matter what hour, it was too early and his head was ready to explode.

There was noise coming from outside which he could not place. All he knew was that it woke him up further from his already horrible slumber. The backseat of a car that had come in for repairs might not have been the best place for sleeping.

For now his eyes remained closed firmly and he did not move. Maybe he could fall asleep again and ignore whoever was here.

There was the soft mumbling of voices from all around him. Familiar voices he knew very well by now. Or should know. Ask him the names of his colleagues and he wouldn’t know. Not that it mattered as long as they let him sleep in peace.

A peace that did not continue for much longer. Vaguely he heard his name, but it might as well have been his imagination. He turned to lay on his stomach, his head completely hidden in his hoodie. Then the car door opened and he grumbled loudly.

It was Jacy. Of course it was him. “What does it look like?” he replied, now his own voice muffled by the way he lay there. A horrible pressure built up in his head for a moment. Great, now he had a headache too.

“Close the door and go do something else.” Lazily he wave his hand towards somewhere, gesturing for the man to go away.

Things from the previous night were slowly coming back to him as he gained more consciousness. Sleeping here had been a masterplan. No one would know. No one would bother him. He did not even have to wake up early to make it to work on time. And even then he managed to oversleep.

Jason was not having any of it. Childishly Ghiyath repeated what the man said, but his words were slugging and not even words. What did a man have to do to get a few hours of much needed sleep? He groaned in protest, turning his back to Jason as much as he could on the small backseat. “Without my morning coffee?” And even after he feared about his usefulness.

“Have someone else do it.” They were loud enough to wake the whole city. Surely they did not need him. Besides, he probably smelled of alcohol and sweat. No one wanted that around. Best thing he could do was stay put. Which was why he made no attempt to get out of that car.

As a parent Jacy was lecturing him but all his attempts were futile. Even if he wanted to get up by now, protect his back and neck that hurt more by the second, he would not. Simply because it was what Jacy wanted from him. Words lay on the tip of his tongue, but he was too tired to even say them out loud.

And then he was told what he wanted to hear. This was the last time Jacy would ask him to get out. While the meaning behind it was completely different, there was still a smile decorating his lips. Finally.

“I’m quite comfortable, thanks,” he told Jacy while he turned on his back to show him just how comfortable he was. “Close the door on your way out.” Maybe, just maybe he would understand that there was no way of motivating him.

Too bad luck was not on his side.

The shock that went through him was not painful, but still he let out a loud yelp. Immediately he jumped up, but as there was only so much space, he first hit his head against the ceiling and next he fell in between the front seat and backseat. “What the fuck man!” he yelled, anger seeping into his voice. Great now he had a hangover and a bad mood.

And he was very much stuck.

The shock itself was fine, the fall was something else entirely. His shoulders were in an uncomfortable position, squeezed against the rest of his body. If he truly wanted, he would be able to get out. But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

With anger bright in his eyes he glared up at Jacy towering over him. “No longer a possibility.” An over exaggeration for sure. He was fine, the headache was annoying and he might get a few bruises, but nothing major.

”There is no way I’m in any state to be working right now, thanks to you, Jacy. What I need is to see a doctor.” He held out a hand, needing help if he wanted to get out of this situation, because he was not putting effort in it.