Yeerk Aftermath

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison sits in the window seat in his and Jack's room. He knows he shouldn't be such a recluse but ever since he came back to himself he's felt... awful. For a lot of reasons.

First of all, there's a dead slug-thing in his head. What the fuck is that going to do to him? Jack says nothing will happen, says his body might even absorb it or something, but the whole idea of it freaks him the fuck out and he's praying to whatever deities he knows that he can just forget that it's in there. Secondly, he knows what he's done. Even if the Yeerk was in the driver's seat, Poison felt like he'd been tied up and gagged in the back, watching it all and unable to get out. Only a few times had he been able to break through, and even then not all the way. But he managed to keep the fucking slug from making him say anything too awful, and he'd managed to keep it from attacking Jack or Girl when they figured it out, when they locked him in the bedroom.

Thirdly, he's having flashbacks of the way he used to be, before he was out in the desert, after the war and before the rise of the Party Poison, when he'd taken the pills and listened to the messages and tried to get along. He pushes his hair back and leans back against the window frame, shivering.

He knows he can leave the room now, knows that the door isn't locked and that Jack and Girl aren't guarding him. But he can't bring himself to move. What if this is an illusion? What if it's fake? What if the yeerk is still alive and pretending to be dead to get out and do fuck knows what?

Nope, he's just going to sit here in his sheep pajamas and Jack's hoodie for a while. Or forever.

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[mynameiscassie]

When I'd realized that Poison had been taken, I'd done what I could to make sure he'd gotten free. I couldn't let him know the truth, not until after I was sure everything was gone, everyone was safe.

By now, even the Yeerk Pool itself was gone. The ground beneath the city was just that. Ground. It was bizarre.

I needed to check in on them all now, though, so I made my way over. Finding Poison locked in his own room was . . . heartbreaking. I felt sick. He was going to hate me for this, I knew it.

I knocked, then took a breath and opened the door.

"Poison?" I called. My voice felt small to my own ears.

[krempuff]

It took Krem a couple of days to take himself over to Poison's house. It wasn't that Krem was avoiding him, but he was puzzling out exactly how he felt about the whole situation, what had happened and how he'd let himself be so stupid about the whole thing.

Dee was there, and she pointed to the stairs though Krem knew where they were. He went up to Poison and Jack's floor, and didn't see Jack on the way. When he knocked, his heart was fluttering in his chest.

"Poison?" he asked at the door. "It's Krem."

[rockabillyboy]

It's been a strange couple of weeks. Jack feels a bit like a ghost in his own house, coming and going silently, silent in sock-feet. He draws a lot, works on schoolwork, sits beside Poison, makes him eat. He pads back into the bathroom after his shower, towel wrapped around him and slides onto the windowseat with Poison.

"Hey, baby."