Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-15 17:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack landors, z delgado |
Who:Jack Landors and Z Delgado.
What: sibling visitation.
When:Thursday evening.
Where: his room.
Warnings: probably nothing. TBA just incase.
Jack was told Z was coming. But he wasn't sure when. It was almost a week into recovery and he hadn't seen his sister. He was a little worried. Even a little jealous. Was Oliver taking up so much of her time that she'd forgotten? Or was she upset?..he was starting to make himself upset and bringing on a headache in the process the more he thought on the subject. So he just stopped and watched some other ridiculous cartoon flash across the television screen. Arms wrapped around a pillow and back against the head board of the bed, he let his eyes fall shut. Drifting off to sleep. He'd been relatively calm about his ordeal compare to times past. He supposed he was in shock, suppressing
The images of his capture were burnt into his mind. Corpses of broken children. Seas of them, enough to make him sick. If he hadn't been so stupid they would be alive. Wouldn't they. He knew he couldn't have been sure of that but still guilt got to him. His torture wasn't nearly as painful as watching theirs. Watching Lilith break their bones one by one because of his stubbornness. Because demons lie. And then for her to push Kira's death on him..-well that part was true, at least in his mind..it had been his fault. If he'd just insisted a little more on going with her that day she would still be with him. He wouldn't be suffering like this. He loved her, more than he'd ever loved anyone. Since her death their hadn't been anymore of that love to go around, only those who existed in his circle before were there. But speaking to new people, he froze up, trying to make friends he got awkward and quiet. This was the part where things were supposed to get better wasn't it? His face was bruised, and there was a scarring wound on his forehead that was the source of his dizzy concussion. Wounds were wrapped, still some of the strips of skin that had been pulled from him were peeking out of the bandages on his shoulders and chest.
The thing that hurt the most was his spirit though. His pride was breaking. There were so many demons and none of which Jack could really do anything about. None of which he was strong enough to beat on his own like home. Like he was used too. It showed even as he slept and waited in frustration and exhaustion.