The night air was cool and getting chillier with the season. He was shuffling down the black street, making his way through rubble and trash towards the tiny light barely visible between sheets of metal. Almost home. The gravel crunched under his worn boots, and the distant sound of a fight echoed from somewhere in the labyrinth of alleyways. He hadn't made any money today, but he wasn't going to let Vega know.

He palmed the small plastic package in his jacket pocket as he knocked on the rusting metal door. The air smelled of mold and something sharp, like cleaning fluid mixed with decay. He could hear as heavy items were moved aside on the other side. After a short while, the door opened. A pale face with dark rings around the eyes framed by dirty black hair peeked from the gap before the door opened enough to let him in.

"Hey. I got some meds for you. Not the best stuff, but should help with the infection." he said with a tired smile, holding out the small package. His hand trembled slightly, either from cold or exhaustion.

"Where the hell have you been? I thought you got fucking killed or something. You were supposed to be back hours ago!" Vega nearly sobbed, swallowing as he used the dirty sleeve of the hoodie to swipe at the runny snot dripping down before starting to cough, almost doubling over. The coughing fit wracked his thin frame, making his shoulders shake violently.