Derek Hale (iamthealpha) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-02-21 12:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | derek hale, destiny rumancek |
Who: Derek and Destiny, with special NPC appearances by Lydia, Talia and Laura (borrowed with permission)
What: Trying to figure out what's wrong with Derek
When: Friday morning
Where: Destiny's cabin
Warnings: Flashbacks, memories/mentions of torture, language, angst, anything and everything
As much as Derek wanted to ignore what was going on, or at least pretend that none of it was happening, he couldn't do it anymore. Not because the women in his life were hellbent on him getting checked out by a healer, or anyone that could help him, but because Derek could feel himself getting worse each time that he woke up and last night all the symptoms felt as if they for worse. At first it had all been easy to ignore, mainly because he was just too out of it to know much else. The days after Lydia and Tony had found him, he had spent most of the time asleep or too exhausted to do anything, and a headache that threatened to tear his world apart was a constant that sometimes made it hard to focus. His mind felt foggy, and as the days passed he found himself more and more nauseous whenever he'd try to actually do something other than laying down while the headache morphed into a migraine he couldn't get rid of. Being overly stressed would have been a possibility as to why he felt so sick, because life in Everett just kept going from bad to worse, but he knew that wasn't it. Headaches, exhaustion, nausea - none of it explained the hallucinations. The way that reality would fade away, and from one blink to the next he'd find himself with Dick Roman standing in front of him while being tied down to a gurney. Smells and sounds changed at the drop of a dime, and he'd find himself smelling nothing but his blood and the scent of strong chemicals. Chemicals that he could swear he'd feel pumping through his system, even when he was sitting next to Lydia or his mother, and that all too familiar panic would settle in even if he did a good job at hiding it. Was he dreaming? Was he trying to escape the reality of the torture he was still living through?
Lydia and his family did a good job at reminding him that he was still there, that he wasn't being tortured and he was just imagining things, but Derek couldn't differentiate anymore where one reality ended and one began. He'd feel knives carving into him while laying with Lydia in bed. He'd feel the prick of a needle in his arm when sitting with his mother. He'd see Dick Roman and that fucking masked man standing by his sisters. It was as if everything was colliding and mixing into one screwed up dream, and Derek could feel his sanity slipping away.
Hell, maybe he had already lost it. Maybe this was what was wrong with him. Maybe it had nothing to do with his scar, or his memories; maybe he had just finally followed in Peter's footsteps and had gone fucking insane. The thought was enough to make his heart sink, but if that was the case...well, it wouldn't really be that surprising.
He had to find out, though. As much as he hated the reality of it - if that's what this was - and as much as it scared him that he'd wake up for good and lose his family all over again, he had to know what was happening.
Tony had let Lydia keep his jeep when they had returned to the prison, and on Friday morning they used it to go to Destiny's. The drive felt eternal, and Derek had to keep his eyes closed to not let the nausea win with every movement the jeep made even if Lydia was driving as carefully as she could, but when they pulled up it was hard to keep himself completely calm. The world kept spinning even if the jeep was parked, and for a minute he had to just concentrate on breathing. Once the world came into focus again, he tried to pretend that he was fine by pushing himself out of the jeep, even if he shivered as if he was freezing. Because, as he moved with his sister, mother, and Lydia towards the cabin, he suddenly really was cold and it didn't seem to matter that he was a werewolf and he was usually a living furnace. He wasn't supposed to be cold. This wasn't supposed to be happening.
Then again, as a werewolf he was also never supposed to feel as sick as he did now, so maybe that didn't matter anymore.
When they got to the door, his world shifted again, and he could swear that he was being physically dragged away into a dark corner as the lights seemed to diminish around him, but as soon as it started it all seemed to stop. Lydia and Talia were next to him, watching him. Destiny was there, too, and he blinked in surprise as he realized he had not even noticed she was standing in front of him. Fuck.
"Are you dreaming again, Derek?"
"Hi, it's--" He cleared his throat, his hand closing unconsciously and toying with a ring he was wearing. The ring that Lydia had given him just days ago, and that he'd often find himself toying with lately as if using it as a reminder that he was awake. He wasn't dreaming. He wasn't in that room, either. "It's nice to meet you in person."