This might have been the single hardest thing he'd ever done in his life. How could anybody sit on the sidelines and watch someone they love absolutely destroy themselves both body and mind? Dean had thought he'd be able to get Don Juan through this; that loving him through it would be enough. Now, the painful twist in his heart was almost unbearable and the optimism was fading fast. Was this going to happen every time he left the country? He was gone at least once a month and it could range from one quick day to two weeks, depending on the issues that needed to be addressed. The more languages he added to his repertoire the more places he could be sent.

The questions kept piling up in his head; what exactly had happened? Would this have been hidden from him if he hadn't come home early? Had Don Juan been hiding other indulgences from him? Dean wasn't sure he wanted the answers as he sat there and waited this out, wondering if he was going to need the knowledge Sage had left with him about what to do if a seizure started or that he could owl her and she would come straight back.

The hand at his knee startled him; Dean rather thought Don Juan was still too out of it to have any motor control, but he looked up and could actually see some recognition in his eyes. Dean reached out his own hand to squeeze gently. "You should have some water." Was all he could come up with. Nothing productive was going to be discussed now anyway. He shifted so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled Don Juan up so he was sitting and brought the glass closer. It was almost impossible to ignore the tremors in Don Juan's muscles, but Dean did his best. Right now he just needed to get Don Juan through this and the rest would come after.