(open) i will never find a way to heal my soul

[puzzlingly]

Who: Atem and peeps. Open mostly, specially to anyone in the in the clinic.
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.


november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law

「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.

It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!

Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」

november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota

「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.

Meh, just meh...」

november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)

「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.

Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」

Dammit!

「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」

Comments

[aroundthecoroner]

Uh, I mean. [He has a clinical diagnosis that says as much.]

I don't know about scare me, but I'm not a big fan of crowds, and I get kinda anxious when I have to talk to people on the phone and stuff.

[Understatements. He has some.]

[puzzlingly]

「oh, forgive him, Michael, he's never heard of something like that before. He knows he can be too forward, he was taught to talk to crowds, he just enjoys being around people, even though sometimes he found himself needing a moment of respite, sometimes even he felt a little (or very) overwhelmed at his responsibilities, but you cannot just stop being king so hiding was his way to cope. He wonders if it's a bit alike. Just a thing to think about.」

Ah... Am I making you anxious?

[aroundthecoroner]

[God, this is embarrassing. A teenager is worried that he's making him nervous, and the worst part is it's actually true. But, to be fair-]

No more than most people. It's kind of like a baseline thing? Almost everybody makes me at least a little anxious. But you're not, like, worse.

[puzzlingly]

「Almost everybody makes him at least a little anxious...?

That's one eye opener.」

Sorry. I made you stay longer.

[aroundthecoroner]

Don't worry about it. This is- [Normal? Normal is probably the wrong word.]

I'm used to it.

[puzzlingly]

「That doesn't sound too reassuring.」

Can I do anything to help?

「Role reversal. Yep.」

[aroundthecoroner]

Probably not, unless you brought some Xanax.

[Excuse him while he has a little chuckle over his own very stupid joke.]

[puzzlingly]

「The hell is Xanax? He's clueless alright, but the chuckles seems like a good thing? People are usually Atem's strong point, but Michael he... is proving to be a challenge.

He just gives him a halfhearted shrug and a little smile.」

Sorry, I don't. What I can do is stop bothering you.

「No matter if Michael came to him first.」

[aroundthecoroner]

[It's okay, Atem, Michael is always a challenge.]

Uh, I guess. I should probably let you get back to resting, anyway.

[Instead of, you know, stressing him out.]

[puzzlingly]

Yeha... Maybe.

「He does look awfully tired, especially after dealing with Michael...」

Thanks anyway.

「For trying? Yeah.」

[aroundthecoroner]

Uh, you're welcome, I guess.

[He's not sure what he's being thanked for, but sure. And with that, he'll just kind of scuttle back off to do... other things.]