Cry was stiffly aware of everything hurting in his body. He felt every cut and bruise with each little movement he took walking down the hall with Jund. His headache had let up slightly, allowing him to walk almost independently. Jund still had to give him a shoulder to keep him steady, but at least he wasn't being carried.
As soon as they rounded the corner, eyes were on them. All conversation had stopped between the three at the table. Cry was becoming more self-conscious with every foot they got closer. It was obvious that the three had had a discussion about the two coming back to the table.
Snake eventually had the decency to look down, earning a huff from Jund. Russ however maintained eye contact with Cry as Cry moved to sit down at the end of the table, close to Red. Jund took his old spot next to Russ and resumed to eat quietly. There was a moment of silence.
"Hey, everybody" Cry felt the forced cheery voice come from his throat and mentally cringed. Jund started eating faster.
'What the fuck, I don't even say that much anymore.'
Red let out a nervous laugh. "Well, you seem to be. . . better? How about I get you some soup?" Red got up from her seat and hurried to the kitchen stove. Cry glanced around nervously and saw that Russ was still staring at him with confusion. Before Cry could help it, he opened his mouth again.
"Sup," Russ's brows furrowed in suspicion.
'Do us both a favor and let me speak.'
Red rushed back over with a bowl of soup and set it down in front of Cry.
"Thanks, Red."
"Sure thing, try to eat all of it, ok? You need it." Cry nodded.
Snake hummed in amusement. "Just don't drown yourself in it like Jund is attempting to do as we speak."
Jund looked up from practically having his face buried in his soup. They had a stare off for a few seconds before Jund grumbled, "Shut up, nerd" and continued to devour his soup with his face. Snake huffed in amusement drawing in Cry's attention.
And that's how he saw it.
Snake's pupils went wide.
'Oh what the fuck now'
'Believe me, it is nothing'
Cry tapped on Jund's leg lightly underneath the table. Jund looked up and followed Cry's stare to look at Snake. Suddenly sensing the attention of the two, Snake's eyes snapped to normal.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did Jund see it?'
'I don't know, did he?' The voice tease. 'I can assure you, there is no way to ask without there being. . . consequences.'
'Fuck, how can I do this slyly?'
'No'
'I don't fucking need your sass right now. Now let's see-'
'Oh, this is gonna be good to see.'
Cry used his foot this time to lightly step on Jund's foot. He held it there until Jund turned to look at him.
"So Jund," Cry dragged out, trying to express the next conversation they were about to have was in no way literal.
'Please Jund, have some brain cells'
Cry cleared his throat. "I had no idea that this soup would be so good. Did you know?" Jund gave him the most confused face he could make.
'Fuck. Damnit.'
'Swearing is very impolite at the dinner table. I must have no manners, but I'll fix that later.'
'You, sir, are really starting to piss me off.'
Red rolled her eyes, "I'm not bad at cooking, I swear. Did you think it would poison you?"
'Fuck, Red's gonna think I'm being a dick.'
'Nah, you totally got this.'
'Shut the fuck up thank you'
"No," Cry began, putting more pressure on Jund's foot. "But I don't think I've seen soup this good before. I didn't see it coming. Did you Jund?" Cry knew he must have sounded like a lunatic in his attempt to emphasize some words. "It took me by surprise. What about you Jund?" Cry darted his eyes to the side where Snake sat.
'Jund, for fucks sake look at my eyes, you dense son of a bitch.'
The gears in Jund's head were turning, he winced slightly before shaking his head clear. His eyes widened and Cry did a small celebratory dance in his mind.
"Actually, Cry." Cry's stomach did a little flip "I did know it was going to be this good. I have seen it before. It was recently though and-" Jund winced and held his stomach. "As good as it is, I might not be able to finish it. I'm still feeling a little sick."
Russ looked Jund over. "Maybe Scott has blood poisoning" Jund turned to Russ with the most terrified look on his face. Russ let out a laugh.
"Babe!" Red yelled getting up to pick up Jund's bowl and smack Russ on the arm. "Don't scare him! But the bandage on his arm looks like it needs changed. Just give me a minute to clean up and-"
"Wait, Red"
'Fuck'
"You've done a lot today, why don't you let Snake take care of it this time?"
'No no no no no, fuck that. Red. Don't. Don't leave Jund with Snake. Let me speak!'
Russ giggled, "Ha, Snund." Snund shot Russ death glares until Jund's eyes widened. Jund whipped his head around to look at Red.
"Cry should also come with me. His bandages might also need changed." Cry judged by the terrified and pissed off look on Jund's face that it wasn't Jund speaking on his own.
"Ha, threesome."
"Shut up Russ," Snake grumbled out. "I'll get the bandages I guess."
'I need to talk to Scott somehow.'
'Don't worry, I got this.'
'Don't you even-'
"Jund and I will wait in the bedroom though so I can rest afterwards."
Before anyone could question the logic, Cry felt his body move to roughly grab Jund's good arm and drag him away. After a few steps, Jund became extremely compliant, signaling that his virus had taken over. Cry was very unnerved by the virus' ability to control the both of them as they walked rather frigidly to Cry's bedroom.
As soon at the door closed behind them, they regained control of their bodies. Cry slumped his shoulders and watched as Jund rubbed his arm.
"Dude, did you have to be so rough?"
"Sorry, it wasn't really me."
"I see."
They stood there for a second not knowing what to do.
"What is this situation even?" Cry let out, throwing himself down on his bed. He looked up noticing the sheets were bunched up. They smelled like Jund.
"Were you. . . in my bed?"
Jund scratched the back of his head, "Yea, I don't know, I kinda passed out a little. I think that was Snake's fault though." Cry sat up on his bed, rubbing his chin.
"Yea, what is up with him? Those eyes were fucking terrifying."
"I know!" Jund practically screamed. Cry shushed him. "Sorry, he did that when checking up on me. He also told me that he had left to drive here before anyone had even called him!" Jund frantically whispered.
Cry groaned. "How the hell did this even happen? Didn't happen from the emails or something."
"Yea," Jund crossed his arms. "Those fucking emails and their freaky bullshit."
Cry laughed a little. "You never even check your emails, how did you know to try and warn me?" Jund laughed a little too before a look of absolute horror crossed his face. "Jund?"
"Snake called me saying he had opened up one of the emails." Cry sat in shock, taking in the new development.
"Oh"
'Bingo'
Both Jund and Cry's eyes began to light up with their purple and blue color.
'Cry, what the hell do we do?'
'I don't know, they have complete control.'
'Wait, if they have complete control, why are they letting us control anything at all?'
'Believe us, although we are very believable, sometimes we need. . . a little help.'
'Yes, if we let go for some of the socialization parts, save for a few, guided punishments, your friends are going to be more relaxed around us.'
'So why the hell do you need me and Cry to act "believable" around the other three!'
'Because two against one is a much easier match.'
The door opened revealing Snake. He walked in, closing the door behind him, and only paused when he saw Cry in front of him on the bed.
"Cry. . . your eyes." Snake started.
The sound of the door locking startled Snake into turning around.
"Scott, you-"
Jund began to walk closer as Cry felt the control of his own body be taken over.
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Sorry for any mistakes and feedback is appreciated! Now in order to rant, I have a short and long version of complaints.
Short version: On the 12th week of bullshit, my general health gave to me: 12 weeks of uselessness, 11 vestibular rehab sessions, 10 ibuprofen a day, 9 times explaining Chiari, 8 hours driving concussed, 7 different kinds of pain, 6 different medical opinions, 5 hours in the ER!, 4 finals I couldn't study for, 3 near black-outs, 2 MRIs, and an overall "FUCK THIS" attitude towards life!
Long version: I had been having intense headaches, difficulty concentrating and dizzy spells during the day. So the Wednesday after the last update I went to the ER unable to walk without falling over because it had gotten so bad. That led to being referred to a pediatrician, who thought anything between vertigo, allergies, ear infections, sinus infections and migraines and practically told me to take 6 advil 4 times a day. Instead I took 5 twice a day to get through school. I got an MRI on my head and they found I had mild Type 1 Chiari Malformation (my cerebellum is a little squeezed down near my brain stem). So I was referred to a neurosurgeon/neurologist to see if I needed surgery (All of these appointments are like weeks apart). She said I most likely had a concussion and my Chiari would be fine as long as it didn't mess with spinal fluids or something. So I haven't gotten my spinal MRI yet but I went to a concussion specialist, took an impact test and did fairly well. However they tested my balance and I failed miserably. So now I have to attend therapy and do exercises to get back my balance, ability to focus and get rid of my dizziness. In the middle of this, I had to go through school with frequent visits to the nurse from headache pain, I couldn't read, let alone study, I took my finals without any review, I managed to pass a diver's test with only 8 hours on a concussion with no previous driving since August (I could have taken my test in January, but fuck me right?) and some of my teachers didn't even know what was going on (no one knew until recently). So I haven't been able to read, write, exercise, go out with other people (crowds and noise give me headaches) or do anything that gives life meaning. Whenever I would try something, I would either get crippling headaches or my balance would switch off. Emotional distress is also high on the symptom list so for a few months I was either brooding in depression or out for blood and no in-between. The doctors think I was injured in January and because I didn't receive help, it got 100x worse. I might take out my anger and emotions with another story but I don't know. I'm still going though vestibular training and it hurts and makes me sick sometimes. Anyways rant over. Damn that felt good.
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