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Rosalie was holding it together. That was what she was telling herself. She was forcing herself at every moment to keep it together. She just had to concentrate on one task at a time, that was how she had always done it. Bad things happened, but life went on, and she just had to get on with her day. That day now involved looking after Alec where he would let her, cleaning his house, making sure he ate, putting sharp things subtly out of reach etc. And then going back home and doing the same with Andrew. Her thoughts only really revolved around those two, even art school was feeling like a distant dream that she wasn’t sure she was going to return to next year. She was consumed in the worst way by guilt and fear, a never ending panic that if she stopped for even a second she was going to lose one of them, and she already knew it had come close, and both times had devastated her beyond belief. She wasn’t sure she had even truly recovered from either yet, but she hadn’t had a break, or a chance to think about it and process it. She just kept going, every moment focused on the next little task, even when she slept it was out of pure exhaustion, and usually hardly mattered which apartment she was in. More than once she had fallen asleep on Alec’s sofa and gotten up the next day and continued as though nothing was wrong.<p>
It was getting more difficult as time as passing, as she was wearing herself down to the bone. Exhausted always, heartbroken too, she felt like a zombie as she continued with the days tasks, barely talking to Alec, sure he didn’t mind particularly that she was so quiet. She wasn’t sure what it was about that day, maybe her body was just finally telling her to stop, or her brain had finally reached its limit for grief and sadness, but she felt especially breakable. Like a glass bird, fragile and completely unable to go anywhere. She tended to avoid the bathroom if she could for obvious reasons, but she couldn’t stop glancing towards it, like it became addictive to stop holding back how she felt. At least until the first tears finally fell, then she realised she had gone too far. <p>
She knew the worst thing she could do was cry here, at least at home she could shut herself away and hide it, here she knew Alec was nearby and if he saw her would probably think her ridiculous. She wiped her eyes as best she could but it only got worse, small sobs forming and she rushed into the nearest empty room, sitting herself down on the floor where she hoped she wouldn’t be seen, and she just cried. She didn’t know for how long, or whether she was making any noise, she just knew she had to let it all out or there was a chance she would never be okay again. The worst part, perhaps, was she was so busy crying that for the first time in weeks she forgot about both her brother and Alec, at least until the sound of someone else in the room forced her to look up slowly, her face blotchy and red and covered in tears, she realised she had been caught.

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Rosalie had rushed into the hospital for what felt like a horrifying second time lately. After what happened with Alec last month she had been sure it was to do with him when she got a call from the hospital, instead it was the only option that was worse, her little brother. She had feared this from the moment it was clear her brother was drinking himself to death, she knew one day the worst could happen, but she had never thought it would come so soon, or that it would hurt so much. She had pictured this before, finding him in such bad shape she had to take him to the hospital, she always expected alcohol poisoning, not… not this. She knew he was depressed, and she had done what she could to help him, but she was surrounded on all sides by sadness, and she didn’t know how to help his. She hated that she had always known it would have to get to this point, that she couldn’t help him until he was so destroyed that someone else noticed, that someone else got him the help he needed. She felt like a terrible sister for it, that she was relieved deep down this had finally happened. Between timing, between everything that had happened to them, and panic that he might truly have done it, that he might be gone forever, she hadn’t worked out how to feel sane about it. All she knew was that she was worried, and exhausted, and had failed her brother in so many ways.<p>
She had been banished to the waiting room for a while, letting them do tests on him while he woke up a little bit. She had been told to go get some coffee, Rosalie suspected the nurse recognised her – perhaps remembered her from when she had refused to leave Alec’s side until she fell asleep there. She would do the same for Andrew if they would let her, at least until she was assured he was alright. Finally, a smiling nurse promised her she could have some time with him, and that he was awake. She steeled herself for a moment, well aware this would not be an easy talk, but she had to be sure he was okay. <p>
She knocked on the door hesitantly, a cup of coffee for him in her hands. She paused a moment before she entered, holding the coffee cup out like a peace offering. <b>”Hey,”</b> She said softly, letting him take it if he wanted it, but otherwise keeping a distance like she was afraid she might only make it worse. She was so scared to lose him again, but she had no idea how to handle this – she pretended she had the answers to everything, but when her own brother was falling apart she was lost. <b>”How are you feeling?”</b> She tried, after a moments pause where she decided to sit down next to his bed.

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Rosalie paced, she couldn't help it, she knew she shouldn't be nervously walking up and down the kitchen, she knew it'd never work if she looked like she was worried about something. This was just casual, she told herself, it was nothing, it was just her inviting her brother to spend some time with her. She knew there was a chance he would say no, she knew that he might not want to, but she just wanted him to stay home that night, to make sure he was okay and that he ate a good meal that night and just slept in a warm bed rather than passing out on the door step - something she feared finding when she left for work most mornings. Of course it would be a lot easier if she was leaving for work to someone who appreciated it, but she was doing her best to not bring her Alec stress home, she didn't even know if Andrew knew how she was getting on at the new job.<p>
Finally she heard movement from him, and stopped pacing, leaning on the counter with an awkward sort of faux casualness that didn't really lend itself to being casual at all. Still she smiled at her brother as best she could, looking at him hopefully. <b>"So, I thought we could hang out tonight? We can watch a movie, get pizza?"</b> she asked him, she had no idea if he'd humour her, but she knew she had to try, and preferably before he went out that night and there was nothing she could do to make sure that he was going to be okay. She just thought if she could look after him even for one night, maybe their parents would be happier with her, wherever they may be, she knew she was failing them, and him, and she just wanted to fix it.

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It was unusual for Rosalie to have a day with no looking after mr asshole mcgrouchy (don't tell anyone she called him that) and had no classes, but that didn't mean Rosalie would ever do much in the way of relaxing exactly. She decided to spend the day doing one of her assignments in the hopes that she could finish it and not have to worry about it for the rest of the week. It was part of a portfolio she was trying to create based on renaissance art, and, well, it wasn't actually that easy when it came down to it. She spent a few hours trying on her own, finally producing a picnic scene that she could only see a thousand flaws with, as opposed to her other attempts that had twice that. <p>
Finally, after a cup of tea and much conteplation she decided there was only one thing for it: she would have to text Lucy. Lucy was her go to friend for art troubles, and after shooting her a quick warning, Rosalie packed her supplies into her car, and drove over to her place. Having lugged her painting all the way to Lucy's front door, Rosalie knocked on it, hoping that Lucy was definitely expecting her, and that she would even be able to help. When the door opened Rosie gave her friend her best helpless look, and held up her canvas. <b>"I really need some help,"</b> she explained, hoping very much that Lucy would take pity on her and help her with this painting.



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Rosalie wasn't the biggest party goer she would admit, but she couldn't say no to Halloween and the insistence from her friends that she go out and have a blast. She was terribly worried about her brother, she would admit, but for the moment she had been willing to dress up in a silly costume and go and have some free shots and a good night out. She was even have fun, stunningly, it came as a surprise but she didn't mind in the slightest it was nice to have a good day for once – or good night, as it was. In fact, she was even willing to be a little silly, having dressed up as the worlds most scantily clad cat it was hard not to feel a little silly, but at least in a good way. She felt good, and that was what mattered. <p>
Of course, that was until her phone rang. Pulling it out of a place that no one needed to know it could fit, Rosalie frowned immediately in worry when she saw who it was that was calling. She was still struggling with Alec, obviously, but she had given him her number in case of emergencies and ignored that he hadn't wanted it. She had been hired to look after him and she felt that meant she should be accessible to him where possible. She didn't really expect him to take her up on it, he was clearly too stubborn and rude to ever do such a thing, but it turned out her time had come. She pulled out the phone, moved to the quietest place she could to hear what was said, and then immediately told him she would be there as soon as she could.<p>
She didn't mind leaving the party for him, especially as it was an emergency and she wasn't that drunk really – too wary to overdo it in case she was needed later (although she had expected this to be her brother and not Alec). Moreso, she thought this might be progress, he might be more keen to have her around if he thought she could actually be useful to him. Fortunately, her knowledge of the spare key had her able to get into his apartment with ease, and it was only when she was stood in the dark of his apartment with complete silence around her that she realised the issue: she was still dressed as a sexy cat. She very much hoped that Alec didn't mind this, or she was going to get an earful she knew it. Still, there was no time like the present and he needed help so she walked in as bold and brazen as she could without feeling ridiculous. <b>"Are you okay?"</b> she asked hoping to assess the situation before she burst in and started doing something he was inevitably going to dislike.

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