InsaneJournal

FWD Dated to Wednesday, February 23
Josh stared at his fish as he swam about the small bowl he'd set upon the trunk at the foot of the bed. His black and white scales gleaming in the florescent light, fins fanned wide. After so many years, Josh still hadn't named him. He'd been an experiment in his gifts. A complete accident. He'd seen the fish floating in the water of an aquarium and just reached in after it. It was the first thing he'd ever brought back to life.

One of the agents had gotten a hold of it and it had been left in his room as a gift. The fish and Josh had been together ever since.

Though he was small, he was a life entirely in Josh's care and Josh took his responsibilities to him very seriously. He'd also become an outlet when Josh needed to focus. He knew the fish's make up to the very last drifting electron, and it was comforting and relaxing in a way that people just weren't.

They'd brought his fish to him almost immediately. He'd come back from the hospital tour to the one ever present constant in his life. He'd been so relieved to see him, he'd gone right to bed and slept peacefully.

The days had passed in a series of very precise events. Session upon session, with very little time to himself. Doc Samson and Headmistress Grey-Summers, Doctor Reyes, even Captain Rogers...Everyone wanted to talk to him. Everyone wanted to know what had happened. They poked and prodded and ran tests. He had to talk until he was blue, and run exercises. They'd altered his diet, his sleep schedule and even his clothing. He was tired of feeling like a mystery cube. He missed his room, and his friends and being able to talk to his boyfriend. Who they wouldn't give him any information on beyond the fact that he was 'fine'.

He was frustrated with the lack of answers. He was upset with the deliberate refusal to share any information with him. He was nervous that Kevin would never speak to him again. Let alone look at him. And the memory of Julian's back, and the bruise he wouldn't let Josh heal...withdrawing his consent to have Josh's powers touch him...it tied him up in knots.

On his belly, he dropped his chin to the mattress and tried to concentrate on the pattern of black and white. If he looked real close and didn't focus properly, it almost looked like a ying and yang pattern.