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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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8
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1,829
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9
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
Chapter two
He was going insane. Maxwell had dragged him over to the Preventers medical wing to have his injuries checked out. They had promptly decided that he was going to stay there for the next few days to monitor his recovery. That had been two days ago. Two days without alcohol to numb the pain. Two days where he struggled for every breath as he tried to block the images that assaulted his mind. Two days without sleep since he couldn’t fight the images when he was asleep. Two days of hell as the fever raged through him.
He had to fight the urge to put his hand through a window in the hope that the pain would drive the images out of his mind. Not to mention the disappointed stares that gazed at him with pity when they learned of his addiction. Winner had been the worst. He still shuddered as that face mingled with that of his many victims crying to him for help or cursing him as they died.
He was almost glad he was addicted. His body ravaging itself in it’s demand for alcohol was almost enough to keep his mind together enough to fight the images that tried to take over. It was going to get worse though. He was tiring quickly and soon this would not be enough. Especially stuck in this bed where he couldn’t even lose himself in his forms, a poor substitute for real battle. Once the alcohol lost it’s grip on his body he would be completely helpless. Then his fellow pilots would really have something to pity.
Gods he hated it here. If it weren’t for the people coming to check up on him all the time he would have escaped and left this all behind already. This just wasn’t worth it. And here he had thought this had been exactly what he needed. And it seemed that it was Yuy’s turn to baby-sit this time. Gods, couldn’t they just leave him alone already. It’s not like they concerned themselves much with him in the past. Why would now be different. If they had cared that much why hadn’t they left some way for him to contact them.
Granted Yuy wasn’t as bad as some of the others but still. Hadn’t they seen him weak enough already. Did they have to sit there and watch his mind slowly unravel. He wanted them gone. He wanted to leave. He wanted to find a little hole in the wall and curl up with a bottle of alcohol and never come out again. Why had they forced him to come here. Why couldn’t they have just shoved a weapon in his hand and point him to the fighting. He resisted the urge to curl up and whimper.
He was startled when he felt a hand run through his hair. Yuy was touching him. Since when did Yuy do touch. Comforting touch at that. That was it. His mind had finally cracked and he was hallucinating. That or he had finally succumbed to alcohol poisoning. Would that make this heaven or hell. It was too weird for either. Must be insanity then. “It’s alright you know. It’s safe here. I’ll keep watch. Just sleep.” Right. He was going insane and his hallucination wanted him to sleep. Like his now obviously cracked mind really needed more pressure on it.
He snorted and turned his eyes back on the ceiling. Maybe he could distract himself counting the little dots on the ceiling. It would probably be better for the remaining bit of his sanity, if there still was such a thing, if he ignored the Yuy shaped hallucination. Because this was just to insane for words. His muscles slowly lost their tension as he started to relax. This hallucination was strangely soothing. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy it. Just this once. No one had to know. Just this once. His eyes slowly slid closed as he fell asleep. His demons quiet for once.
He was going insane. Maxwell had dragged him over to the Preventers medical wing to have his injuries checked out. They had promptly decided that he was going to stay there for the next few days to monitor his recovery. That had been two days ago. Two days without alcohol to numb the pain. Two days where he struggled for every breath as he tried to block the images that assaulted his mind. Two days without sleep since he couldn’t fight the images when he was asleep. Two days of hell as the fever raged through him.
He had to fight the urge to put his hand through a window in the hope that the pain would drive the images out of his mind. Not to mention the disappointed stares that gazed at him with pity when they learned of his addiction. Winner had been the worst. He still shuddered as that face mingled with that of his many victims crying to him for help or cursing him as they died.
He was almost glad he was addicted. His body ravaging itself in it’s demand for alcohol was almost enough to keep his mind together enough to fight the images that tried to take over. It was going to get worse though. He was tiring quickly and soon this would not be enough. Especially stuck in this bed where he couldn’t even lose himself in his forms, a poor substitute for real battle. Once the alcohol lost it’s grip on his body he would be completely helpless. Then his fellow pilots would really have something to pity.
Gods he hated it here. If it weren’t for the people coming to check up on him all the time he would have escaped and left this all behind already. This just wasn’t worth it. And here he had thought this had been exactly what he needed. And it seemed that it was Yuy’s turn to baby-sit this time. Gods, couldn’t they just leave him alone already. It’s not like they concerned themselves much with him in the past. Why would now be different. If they had cared that much why hadn’t they left some way for him to contact them.
Granted Yuy wasn’t as bad as some of the others but still. Hadn’t they seen him weak enough already. Did they have to sit there and watch his mind slowly unravel. He wanted them gone. He wanted to leave. He wanted to find a little hole in the wall and curl up with a bottle of alcohol and never come out again. Why had they forced him to come here. Why couldn’t they have just shoved a weapon in his hand and point him to the fighting. He resisted the urge to curl up and whimper.
He was startled when he felt a hand run through his hair. Yuy was touching him. Since when did Yuy do touch. Comforting touch at that. That was it. His mind had finally cracked and he was hallucinating. That or he had finally succumbed to alcohol poisoning. Would that make this heaven or hell. It was too weird for either. Must be insanity then. “It’s alright you know. It’s safe here. I’ll keep watch. Just sleep.” Right. He was going insane and his hallucination wanted him to sleep. Like his now obviously cracked mind really needed more pressure on it.
He snorted and turned his eyes back on the ceiling. Maybe he could distract himself counting the little dots on the ceiling. It would probably be better for the remaining bit of his sanity, if there still was such a thing, if he ignored the Yuy shaped hallucination. Because this was just to insane for words. His muscles slowly lost their tension as he started to relax. This hallucination was strangely soothing. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy it. Just this once. No one had to know. Just this once. His eyes slowly slid closed as he fell asleep. His demons quiet for once.