Claudia Donovan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} knocknockclauds) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-05-13 12:35:00 |
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Midnight, Monday March 13, 2013/Claudia's room, House Warehouse
Swapping back. And feels. And ugh.
PG/Status (?)
Claudia wasn't sure what to make out of anything any more. She'd been to Lawrence, bounced between her own home world and there a couple of times, even found her brother stuck in interdimensional limbo; alternate dimensions were not such a foreign concept to her. It was almost natural by now. But this. This was different. This was everything she was terrified of becoming her new reality. She couldn't think straight any,ore. The meds they'd put her on made everything fuzzy, like a distant dream she couldn't quite remember.
Twelve days. That was how long she'd been here. She'd decided to keep track because if this was the Seal, it shouldn't lst too long. Couple of weeks tops. That's all this stuff ever ran, right? Maybe 3, at the absolute most, but never over that. It wasn't always painless, but it was usually quick. That was one thing they could count on.
Days 1 through 4 were hell. For Claudia and for her roommate and for the staff. She fought. She argued. sherefused everything they said she needed. She wasn't going to accept that it was fake because she knew it wasn't and she knew they were wrong.
But after 5 days, she was already beginning to lose hope. Maybe it wasn't the Seal. Maybe the Seal wasn't even real. Maybe none of it was real. She couldn't really be sure, stuck between these walls, confined for the moment, to this bed because she'd proven to be a "hassle" this week, arguing with orderlies and yelling at nurses, refusing to take her meds or participate in therapy sessions. She was deemed as "having another episode". And somehow, even though some part of her knew the truth, it was overshadowed by the part that was beginning to succumb to everything they were telling her.
After 8 days, she stopped fighting. She didn't have the will or the strength for it. She started questioning everything she'd believed. Everything she'd lived. Artie. Myka and Pete. Leena and Jinksy. Were they real? What about Peter, Andrew, Lois? Had she really met them? Did Hatter even really exist? Before, she had known. Known beyond a shadow of doubt. She had been so sure. But now...
10 days said this was routine. Waking up. Breakfast. Random social activities. Free time until lunch. Therapy sessions, group sessions. Dinner. Free time until lihts out. This was life. This was her life. In this place. In this hospital.
Day 12 brought total resignation to the idea. It was real. This, here...in this place. It had to be. All that other stuff? Being a secret government agent, saving the world against magic-infused objects? Being in an Apocalyptic dimension with tons of fictional characters? That couldn't be real. That was the stuff of fiction. It was just her separation from her reality. The reality that she was left with nothing. No parents. No brother. She had no one.
But thar night, as he lay in the bed she'd been assigned, he stared up at he ceiling, trying to remember what it might be like to live a normal life. something unlike all that stuff she'd dreamed up.
It was then that everything changed again.
When her head stopped spinning and she looked around, she realized she wasn't at the hospital anymore. The surroundings were familiar, but she didn't take comfort from it like she should have. Change, at this point, was scary and she didn't want to accept it. Instead, in her doubt-riddled and drug-hazy mind, Claudia was scared of this scene and buried herself under the blankets of the bed she'd woken up in with a soft whine, hoping against hope that when she woke up again things would just be right again. Whatever that even meant anymore.