(ง'̀-'́)ง (future_dust) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-02-26 01:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 069, juno, pam |
Who: Juno and Pam
Where: Jim's old room, fourth floor. (the door is open)
When: Afternoon
After making Marco a meal he could eat cold whenever he felt like it and then storing it in the fridge appropriately labeled, Juno felt uncharacteristically devoid of hunger or any will to have any sort of food. She didn't care about the stuff she'd gotten or the fact that she hadn't had to jump trough a thousand hoops to get it, either. What Marco must be feeling was unimaginable, and she had failed to be of any help as usual, yet Juno felt herself thinking of Jim as her Erran. It was him she'd gone to with questions that were sort-of in the realm of psychology, personal feelings, and past trauma. He'd been the one to help her through a few hard hurdles and he always made her feel better when he started talking about something inane and at first boring, but which he could manage to captivate her with every time.
She had Marco, and Oliver, even Jack, and hell she'd even started to see Cecilia in a better light than just 'the nurse who helped us all' but today she felt a little alone. There was no one in his room, although they had brought in almost as many people as they had removed, and it was empty and sad but Juno couldn't help sitting there, knees pressed up against her chest. She didn't even know what she was doing there, but couldn't make herself leave. She also couldn't help but wonder where he was, what they were subjecting him to, whether God was doing anything for him - in his head or for real. She hoped against all odds he was back home. But he wouldn't be. As evidenced by everyone who had come back, they had no intention of taking anyone home when they disappeared from here. The best she could hope for was that, like Gemma, he was asleep. Actually, she hoped that for Gemma too. Or what they had done to Reginald. It would be unsettling but God, she couldn't imagine the loneliness Kai had been subjected to. Or the million of other things they could be doing to all of them right now.
Juno found herself wishing with all her might for Jim to come back, while her stomach hurt with the knowledge and pain of the fact that he wasn't going to, not right this second, maybe not at all. Marco was falling apart, she had lost a friend; it was all falling apart again.
"Can't we go one fucking second? Seriously." she murmured.