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Anonymous Sun 21 Jul 2024 01:09:14 No.67565194 Report

>>67565137
Hey write anon , can i get a continuation of this series of greens?
>Are you good at any video games?
Suprisingly good at Fromsoft soulslikes , never expected myself to even beat the first one when i started playing them lol

Anonymous Sun 21 Jul 2024 02:30:55 No.67567360 Report

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>>67565194

>The next few days are awkward. Nick's cautious, my own fault that, and I have to catch myself constantly as I start to slip into another dark phase of lashing out. I'm scheduled to head back in to a psyche evaluation, the hospital more than happy to see I'm following their recommendations of scheduling an appointment.
>Not but a few days later and it's already game time. I check to see if there has been any responses from Stella or Rosa, an apology quickly composed and sent off day of my glorious little outburst. Nothing. Great.
>I'm hugged suddenly as I scowl at my phone. I try to shake her off but she's got a grip strength something fierce.
>"Hey. Cmon." She's shaking me out of my funk, her go to nowadays. Can't say it's not amazingly effective.
>The initial response of angrily snapping already beaten out of me and I just relent, letting her rip me away from my own thoughts. I really am that easy to read I suppose.
>"Alright." I deadpan state as I'm let go, my phone returning to my pocket as we continue our killing of time on the couch. I glance over to see Nick just quietly smirking at me.
>She's still forward and insistent but has dialed back the forward march. No pushing to not be a sour sickly bastard but still a stark refusal to let me tear myself up from the inside.
>Another notice that I'm contemplating and I spy a twinge of movement. I reel back before she can latch onto me again.
>"I'm good. I'm good." my hands are up as she squints at me, lowering her shoulders back down to neutral. I sigh and sit back, looking forward at the television.
cont.

>>67567222
I have to remove the H every single goddamn time I type her name. Muscle memory fucking with me heavily. Missed it this time.

Anonymous Sun 21 Jul 2024 02:39:22 No.67567541 Report

Quoted By: >>67567797

>>67567360
>This is the play the last few days. Just... biding time. I'm neither displeased nor happy but a sort of frustration is growing, day by day. Almost feel stuck now, but at the very least I'm not sinking. I blink the bad thoughts away once more and just empty my head. Before I notice it I'm being tugged at on the shirt.
>"Huh?"
>"Appointment time." she's tapping me with her phone as it buzzes, an alarm going off.
>I quickly nod as we rise, her leading me to the little car as she takes me to the hospital. Guilt bubbles up and reminds me to thank her a million times over.
>"I really appreciate all this. I can't say it enough."
>"Then keep saying it. Maybe toss some compliments about how pretty or smart I am while you're at it." She beams a shit-eating grin at me as we drive along steadily.
>Another small smile weasels it's way onto my face. Through all this she still fights tooth and nail to lift my spirits. I feel sincerity creep through me and oblige. She was joking but I feel a need to go right along.
>"Gorgeous, funny beyond belief and caring in your own "Nick" way."
>Nick doesn't look at me but stares ahead, the conversation coming to a still. She finally speaks back, a bit weaker.
>"Not too bad yourself, ya know."
>I let out a snide cough of a laugh.
>"Sure."
>The rest of the drive is silent as we pull up to a parking spot. The engine clicks off and we march on forward. I still fight to have Nick go about her day and just let me be.
>"Nah I'm your emotional support gator." I shake my head as she beams widely at me as we enter the lobby. I check the sheet and head right on up to the elevator, my limp still sort of stinging. It's fading, thankfully, but it still rears it's head, especially at night.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 21 Jul 2024 02:48:31 No.67567797 Report

Quoted By: >>67567984

>>67567541
>Sixth floor and we head out, the door plaque leading me right to where I need to be. I step inside to see a small waiting area. The receptionist gestures me over and hands me a sheet to fill. As I'm going about it I catch a poke in the ribs.
>"I gotta pee, don't die before I get back." I nod as I watch her bound up and out.
>The frustration of not moving forward suddenly completely bottoms out. I want things to both never change but also fix itself. Just watching her go has got my heart in tatters. I quickly finish the form and limp it over to the front.
>I slump back and focus. What do I really feel about Nick?
>She's a tangled mess in my mind. I owe her so much, she's so nice to be around. She infuriates me. She reminds me so much of...Fang.
>The name sears my nerves, to the point of shaking. I push through it.
>She's like a mother to me. I... might like her. She might like me? I find myself clenching the chair. Right, she's usually here to stop me from doing this exact thing.
>What if she's not around? I can't just collapse. No I promised myself that a while ago now. I take a deep breath and release my vice grip, eyes focusing on the now and not the what may be.
>I find myself grounded and alone again. A blue blur settles next to me.
>"So you a walking corpse or did you manage to survive without me for 5 minutes?"
>The small victory I feel pushes me to play right along with her snark. I fire back.
>"You manage to not drown by yourself in there?" I manage to not let any of the previous frustration spill out, keeping it mostly light.
>"Bary. Don't drown easily." I get a tail tickle and find myself relaxing greatly.
>Within a few moments my name's called and I step up to be guided to a small practice room. Nick's unfortunately not allowed. She gives a quick wave and a nod of confidence.
>As I'm set down onto the chair I hear footsteps as another presence enters the room.
cont

Anonymous Sun 21 Jul 2024 02:55:53 No.67567984 Report

Quoted By: >>67568188

>>67567797
>Glasses, bearded and shaggy. Surprisingly another human. If he wasn't wearing that coat I might mistake him for a skin row denizen. Dr. Floyd his tag reads.
>"So, Anon." I blink at his casualness. His voice deep and calm as he strides passed me, taking a seat on a stool as he flips a clipboard over.
>"Tell me about everything." he tucks the thing under his arm and crosses his legs.
>"Uh, everything?" He nods
>"Start from whenever you think is important." he checks his watch.
>I blink a few times and consider where to actually go from. I settle on the start of the year and work forward, trying to keep some sense of brevity. He nods along as I regale the year, Fang, our sparking romance and it falling apart in the worst way possible.
>I find myself kicking into anger several times as I force it back. My emotions kick into overdrive as the date proper comes into question.
>It's impossible to stop as I recount it in bloody horror. I don't want to describe the way the congealing blood was already starting to change color, the horrifying smell or the lighter pink hints I saw but I couldn't stop the words as they flowed.
>His visage never balked. It's as if I was merely recounting my lunch the previous day the way he looked over me. My pace quickens as the story comes to a head, the rooftop and the final action Fang took.
>I take a moment to compose myself as he writes on the little board.
>The story then goes to the couple of weeks I've spent with Nick, the stay after being shot and how she's pretty much saved me. I spare no details as my floodgates have seemingly broken. The catharsis of letting it out helps but does little to douse the fire of hatred I feel towards so many.
>He scribbles away as I finish. I stare at the floor as he speaks up.
>"Well. I have bad news, worse news and a tinge of good news." I glance up and blink at him. I swallow and nod as he takes a breath, adjusting his glasses as he speaks.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 21 Jul 2024 03:15:50 No.67568421 Report

Quoted By: >>67568561

>>67568188
>"Mr. Mous. If you would please." he puts the onus on me. I struggle and fight. I can't speak. I can't think. I-
>Find my hand in another. I move my eyes up to see Nick's face, calm and relaxed. No judging. No anger. Just acceptance. I shut my eyes slowly and speak.
>"...It's the band, and being dinos, and you both being out of my league and... and just so much. Sometimes when I hear you speak I hear her voice. I..." I trail off, opening my eyes to see Nick's face bearing a small gentle smile.
>"It's a struggle." I fully admit. A question pierces me like a spear. I don't even think Dr. Floyd was ready for this. She strikes true.
>"Did you love her?"
>There's no deliberation. No extra thoughts. The answer refuses to even live in me for a second longer than necessary.
>"Yes."
>The followup strikes as if she was attempting to shatter the building along with me. A meteor of a question lays out the room, stilling the air and freezing my very essence.
>"And me?"
>The simple two words are enough to make me reconsider everything. The tangled knot of emotion not budging but a singular thread pokes it's head out. A single answer to my ball of questions. Handed right to me in the form of a question. I know the answer.
>"Yes." her face slowly melds into a wide smile as she grasps my hand harder.
>I hear a small clack as Dr. Floyd goes ahead and returns his clipboard to under his arm.
>"Well that was a great start. Now here's your appointment dates, we'll need to start with once a week." A sheet of paper is offered to me. I give it a once over. It's more or less just a list of dates and times.
>"Could I bother you to keep showing?" Floyd speaks to Nick.
>"Of course. I'm the chaperone after all." she chuckles and even Dr. Floyd gets in on it.
>"All's well on that front, then. I wish you a speedy recovery, Mr. Mous." he nods and steps to the door, offering us to follow as he steps into the hallway.
cont, one more.

Anonymous Sun 21 Jul 2024 03:22:02 No.67568561 Report

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>>67568421
>We part ways and I'm sent to the front, a nurse helping me get completely sorted before we're sent out. I feel another huge wave of exhaustion come over me.
>I'm just about propped up as Nick helps me down and out. As we sit in her car I'm prodded once more.
>"Look, you don't have to answer yet but...when you said that up in the office...." I see exactly what she's asking and the answer forms itself as she finishes.
>"Did you mean that as a friend? Sister?" She fires a side-eyed look to me.
>"I'm not sure." I shrug. I have no more mental prowess to work through that today. Hopefully that's enough.
>"But...not girlfriend?" She looks at me, her face a bit hurt.
>"I'm not ruling that out yet." I offer the most honesty I possibly can. We sit quietly for a moment and I believe I catch the smallest smile cross her snout before she speaks, tapping me on the shoulder.
>"Alright sorry about pushing you, let's get you home." I relax as she pulls back out of the little car-park.
>A small tug on the thread labeled "Nick".

Fin.

>>67565249
Next, food break gimme like 5 mins.