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I'm Going Slightly Mad: Chapter SeventeenWhen his last day finally came and went, Aaron felt free. For the first time since he started working, he felt full of energy by the time he got home, and celebrated with the bottle of pinot grigio that was still in his fridge.He took his time with it, the way you were supposed to, swishing it around his mouth to enjoy the bitter flavor, and savoring the burn as he swallowed.He didn’t intend to get drunk. It happened anyway.Apparently, he was even more of a lightweight than he’d been before, as it only took a couple glasses for him to get a nice buzz going. Of course, once he was buzzed, he wanted to get more buzzed, so, after he’d emptied his glass for the fifth time, he put it in the sink and started guzzling straight from the bottle. Then it was gone, and Aaron was drunk.In the back of his mind, he wondered what had happened to turn him into such a lightweight. He’d only lost thirty pounds. And he had eaten today, even if it was only a cup of yogurt. Act
I'm Going Slightly Mad: Chapter SixteenBy the time he’d recovered enough to finish cleaning up and get in his car, it was nine o'clock. This was both good and bad. On the downside, he was unbelievably tired, and it was dark. On the upside, it meant Lucas was probably home by now, and right now, he was the only person Aaron wanted to see.He pounded on Lucas’s door, then slumped against the doorway and waited. A few moments later, Lucas answered, looking peeved, but curious. His eyes widened when he saw Aaron.“You were right,” Aaron muttered, ducking his head. “This isn’t the suburbs.”“What happened?” Lucas demanded, pulling Aaron inside. “Who did this?”He guided Aaron to a table, and Aaron collapsed into one of the chairs, listing slightly to the side.“What happened?” he asked again as he sat down across from Aaron. “Do I need to arrest somebody?”“No. This was my fault.” He leaned over, bracing his head in his hands. &
I'm Going Slightly Mad: Chapter FifteenUsually, things started getting better at this point. He’d been through the shit, all wounds were healed, things would be okay now. That had happened in every other situation like this. Unfortunately, this one refused to be typical.His co workers had become all but ruthless, but he gave as good as he got, and took some guilty pleasure in the verbal fights. That didn’t make it tolerable, but it softened the blow a little. The air conditioning didn’t get fixed until the end of the week, and Aaron’s orientation as a winter person solidified. He had to man the register four out of his six days, and had his first run in with counterfeit money. Luckily for him, it was badly copied, and even Aaron was able to identify it. He alerted his supervisor, who, much to Aaron’s relief, handled it herself.If Aaron had unlimited funds at his disposal, he would not go out and buy books. He would go get a car or something else expensive, not books. As much as he loved them,
I'm Going Slightly Mad: Chapter FourteenWhen he woke up, Lucas had left him a voicemail. This didn’t strike him as unusual. Though Lucas could get extremely angry, he could never stay that way, and was always eager to apologize, even if he didn’t need to.“Aaron, I know I said a lot of things I shouldn’t’ve yesterday, and I feel terrible about it. I want to apologize, even though I know you probably won’t listen.” He chuckled nervously. “Uh, yeah. You aren’t just a kid. You aren’t stupid. And I’m sure you can take care of yourself, it’s just... I feel responsible for you for some reason, and I need to feel like you’re safe. I probably go overboard trying to keep you out of trouble. Even when it’s something really bad, these are things you need to learn for yourself. Coddling you won’t help at all, and I know that! I just can’t seem to... to trust you, as bad as that sounds. I’m afraid you’d try to take on too much, tha
Extra 1.5: HealShift has no concept of time. To him, five minutes feels like an hour. For this reason, he has no idea how long he’s been sitting by the cells.His arm is still bleeding, but very slowly. Even so, there’s blood trickling down his arm to pool on the floor, blood coating the hand pressed against the wound, and blood all over his costume. There is blood everywhere, and its rusty smell makes him nauseous. Or maybe that’s from the pain. Probably both.And, fuck, is there a lot of pain. So much pain he can’t find its origin, though he knows perfectly well it’s from the stab wound in his bicep. He feels like his whole body's burning, like he’s covered in hot coals. It’s from his Extra’s healing factor, he thinks. For the first couple hours, he heals rapidly and it burns. Skin and muscle are trying to rebuild, and that's not an easy task, even for an Extra. After that it slows down, and the only pain left comes from the wound itself, but t