savetheearth | o7 panic attacks

[Nice is home. She's in bed asleep, and wrapped up in bandages and Jacuzzi is... sitting in their living room, kind of just waiting for her to wake up. He doesn't need the sleep (he'll eventually pass out in the wee hours of the morning, but for now) he'd rather wait to see if she needs anything. Help or medicine or--

He can't sleep right now anyway. Out of the hospital, his mind is buzzing. He finally has a break to himself when he's not waiting for nurses or doctors to go through, where he's not putting on his best face for Nice. He's not the one hurt, after all. But the anxiety is creeping in again.]

I-I don't get it, guys. We knew it was gonna happen. We knew it could've happened and we couldn't stop it, anyway. Me and Nice--

Everything's going weird with us. Every time something happens and we get an echo, we--we keep being more and more like the guys we remember. And every time we remember something, we can't stop it from happening. We can't stop anything... I can't stop anything.

I don't get it. I don't get why we're getting these--I don't get why she had to get hurt! W-what's the point of this anyway, why are we gettin' these if they're just there to hurt people?! Nice and I aren't getting any crazy powers, we can't fight aliens, we're just--

We're just normal!

So why is it happening to us?!

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[It's late. Way late into the night when Ken, fully aware that the post went up long before his response, presses the reply button. His voice is quiet; there's hardly any noise in the background, too. Unless the heart monitor beeps, hospitals at night sound just like the death they're trying to prevent.]

... How're we supposed to know? Nobody's gonna be able to answer that.

But we're not normal. Not anymore. Not since... not since these guys we apparently used to be started taking over. Not with these numbers.

If you don't want this, get out of Locke or vegas. Not trying to be an ass here, but seriously. Move out. Your echoes will dim and may fade in time and bad past self related stuff will stop happening.

[Since he seemed even more nervous than the last time they'd spoken...]

Your friend was hurt- by an Echo?

Calm down. I know it must be frightening, and even horrific, but you must stay calm and stay strong. I'm sure your friend must sorely need you right now.

Are you physically all right, yourself?

What happened?

Shit luck, I think. To be honest that's all I can say.

What's up with your friend?

I don't think any of us can say we're "just normal" at this point, unfortunately.

Sorry about your friend.

Jacuzzi?

E-everything will be alright, we promise!

It'll get better! It just has to!

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