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ataraxionlogs2013-08-17 01:38 pm
fallasleep) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-08-17 01:38 pm
out flew the web and floated wide
CHARACTERS: Roy Walker [fallasleep] and anyone who wants to visit him
LOCATION: Medbay
WARNINGS: Suicidal thoughts, depression. The usual with Roy.
SUMMARY: Roy wakes up when he doesn't want to wake up. People visit him.
NOTES: Takes place from 14 Aug to the end of the month. Please put the date down when tagging in, thanks!
[ His eyes are open and he feels cold and he doesn't want either. His throat and chest and stomach ache. Some might think that is a good thing. But pain means he's alive, and that's what Roy doesn't want. He sees the medbay again. He sees his own fingers, curling by his side, and both seem the deepest cruelty anyone can inflict on him.
Roy understands why he lives, though. He hasn't hidden himself well enough. He was too eager. He didn't try his very best to find what he needed. The painkillers should have been stronger. Maybe he should have taken the acid instead of the iodine. Maybe he should have asked for stronger alcohol. Maybe he should have just taken a scalpel instead of... Maybe, maybe, maybe. A thousand of them and no way that he can fix it.
(But he was so desperate. He is still desperate. He will have to try again, as soon as possible. He knows that.)
He stares in front of him. Straight ahead. No matter the sounds, no matter who looks. He simply stares emptily.
His throat hurts. (There's a part of himself that's happy about that.) He can't speak, though he still has his tablet by his side. ]
fallasleep] and anyone who wants to visit himLOCATION: Medbay
WARNINGS: Suicidal thoughts, depression. The usual with Roy.
SUMMARY: Roy wakes up when he doesn't want to wake up. People visit him.
NOTES: Takes place from 14 Aug to the end of the month. Please put the date down when tagging in, thanks!
[ His eyes are open and he feels cold and he doesn't want either. His throat and chest and stomach ache. Some might think that is a good thing. But pain means he's alive, and that's what Roy doesn't want. He sees the medbay again. He sees his own fingers, curling by his side, and both seem the deepest cruelty anyone can inflict on him.
Roy understands why he lives, though. He hasn't hidden himself well enough. He was too eager. He didn't try his very best to find what he needed. The painkillers should have been stronger. Maybe he should have taken the acid instead of the iodine. Maybe he should have asked for stronger alcohol. Maybe he should have just taken a scalpel instead of... Maybe, maybe, maybe. A thousand of them and no way that he can fix it.
(But he was so desperate. He is still desperate. He will have to try again, as soon as possible. He knows that.)
He stares in front of him. Straight ahead. No matter the sounds, no matter who looks. He simply stares emptily.
His throat hurts. (There's a part of himself that's happy about that.) He can't speak, though he still has his tablet by his side. ]