Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-02-07 03:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *narrative, harry osborn |
narratiive; harry osborn @ stark tower
Who: Harry Osborn
What: A meltdown
Where: The Stark Tower cell
When: Now
Warnings: Sadness.
After a little too much time spent on his journal, Harry tucked the book away under his pillow. He rested on his cot, beneath the warmth of a blanket that was a blue that reminded him of the one from his own bed at home. Little elements that he imagined Gwen had placed in this cage to make it feel more like home. But there was no home. The Osborn Estate was just that an estate, it qualified better as a museum of priceless beauty than anything like a home. He remembered Peter Parker's cozy little spot as a home. Homes had warth and memories, but where Harry had grown up, everything was cold and neglectful.
He'd told people that he could find the cure if they let him out, but really, it was just salesman bullshit. He didn't know if he could find it in his father's files, if his father had even bothered to create such a thing. Harry remembered the first time he'd injected himself, it'd been out of anger, and the second time it'd been out of sadness. His father had just died, and that video of his father made it seem like a dying wish for Harry to become the next stage in human evolution. But it hadn't worked right, or maybe Harry's body and mind were just the wrong fit. He didn't know, but the more that he thought about it, the more depressed he became. His talks with Mary Jane and Gwen didn't help. They'd both essentially cut themselves out of his life, and Harry wasn't even sure where he stood with Peter anymore. The daughter he'd only just found out about? He'd probably never be allowed to see her. He had no family, his company was crumbling, everything that he'd once been was hollow. Sometimes he didn't even know who he was anymore. The kind of person who left bruises on Gwen? The kind of person who might have murdered MJ?
If that was Harry Osborn, he didn't want to be Harry Osborn anymore.
It was about this time that he began refusing meals, saying he wasn't hungry. Refusing fluids, he wasn't thirsty. When they tried to stick him with intravenous nutrients, he fought them to the point of requiring sedation. But the goblin serum in his body metabolized drugs fast, and when he woke up, he yanked the IV out. They tried the sedation and IV technique twice more, higher doses each time. It kept him down a little bit longer, enough to take in some fluids and minerals through a vein. But a half hour later, when he woke up and tore the needle out of his arm again,all they could do was momentarily give up, and they let Harry curl up in his blue blanket, wordless. Or was it worthless?