Brendon goes to rehab, he wants to get better.
dallon visits and calls everyday, never missing a day if he can help it.
The first few weeks were tough, almost seemed impossible even.
withdrawals kicked brendon's ass, he felt terrible.
there were times where he would just cry himself dry.
the vomiting, chills, fever, everything.
it was a fucking bitch.
soon a month passes.
brendon looks better, the dark circles are gone, no more scratches either.
he's put on weight, his sickly look gone.
dallon is proud as he watches him improve.