Silence is always so suffocating, don't you think?
I meant to write two days ago when I was up at 5am and couldn't sleep, but one thing led to another and I didn't want to be awake anymore.
But I can't sleep it off now and I don't want to sit around and my sketchbook feels too heavy so,
Here we go, I suppose. Enjoy.
When Danny woke up, the first thing he registered was that his limbs felt like lead. The next thing he registered that a choking feeling, and he resigned to it. The third and final thin thing he noticed the presence of someone next to him. He held his breath. Biting his tongue to stop the inevitable hiss the bright infirmary lights would cause, he opened his eyes slightly.
Beast Boy. Of course. He relaxed. As far as he was aware, Beat Boy could be a threat, but he never acted threateningly, so Danny rest assured on some level that is Beast Boy was there, he wasn't in too much trouble.
They say when one assumes, they make an ass of you and me.
"You're in a lot of trouble," Beast Boy said immediately after he noticed Danny's eyes on him. Danny sighed. Of course he was, what did he expect.
"Do you think 'I'm sorry' will cut it this time?" He said, or at least, tried to say. All that came out were a few hoarse gurgles and sputters that vaguely resembled words. Beast Boy looked at him. Danny looked back.
"Oh, right, the soup. You need to have that." Danny sighed and sat up. Once he was upright, he took a look at his wrists and-
Oh.
His fingers ghosted along his neck, but he wasn't feeling his flesh. He was feeling a metal band.
Gasp. Beat Boy looked at him, startled, before scratching his neck nervously. "You almost blasted us into ashes. We had to." But Danny wasn't listening.
One, two, three in- the shock coursed through him and he yelped- One, two, three hold- it was tightening around him, cutting off the air and he coughed desperately, tugging at it- O-one, two, thr- the impact to the floor caused a throb, and the weight around his neck made it so difficult to lift his head up, even as the kicking and taunting came- th-three, out. Danny gripped the sheets and kept counting. This is then, that was n- no, wait. That was then, this is now. Different people, different situation. Gosh, I'm so pathetic. He looked at the soup.
He ate about half of it before a mixture of boredom, nausea, and a lack of appetite got to him and he couldn't bring himself to have any more of it.
Beast Boy said that it was okay, but Danny had mildly tuned him out.
It was around halfway through a sentence Danny hadn't really heard the first part of that he spoke.
"Sorry about earlier. I guess I just… panicked…" Beast Boy shook his head.
"It's not me you have to apologize to." Danny closed his eyes. Talking was so exhausting. Thinking was exhausting. Feeling was exhausting, too. "What happened, anyway? You were fine when I left." Danny couldn't help but chuckle at that. It slowly turned into an unsettling laugh, which subsided as Danny caught Beat Boy's expression in his peripheral.
"Oh, so many things," was all Danny managed to say before the door to the infirmary opened harshly and Robin was staring him down. Danny stared back, and Best Boy left with a pat to Danny's head.
Don't mess this up.
Robin closed the door behind him and placed a hand on his hip.
"Noah fence, but those tights leave nothing to the imagination." No reaction from Robin. "Look, I'm sorry about what happ-"
"Neither jokes nor apologies will save you here, Fenton." Danny sighed. It was worth a shot.
Robin took a seat, and Danny braced himself, picking at his bandage.
Either he was in a lot of deep shit, or he had a lot of explaining to do. Or both. Probably both, he reasoned with himself. He sat a little straighter.
He could take this, he decided.
I'm so tired lol
Love y'all, enjoy this bit I wrote. I don't even remember what I wrote.
Again, criticism, likes, favorite, comments, heck, even your misplaced aggression in the form of hate comments, insult me personally or something, it's all welcome here. *finger guns*
Love y'all, hope you liked this.
