Jaime didn't know how long he had stood under the shower at the YMCA. He felt unclean. The blood spilled over his hands. Even if they all lived, he was a blood stained fool. Bart had warned him what the Reach would've made him do. But he felt worse with this because he decided to hurt them. Not Kaiji.

And of course he then had to sneak into a gym to remove the little evidence of his involvement. The last thing he wanted was government interference or experimentation. He scrubbed his skin raw thinking of the horrors that he was sure to haunt the nightmares of the crooks and the children.

His heart ached, and all he wanted was to go home and hear his Mami tell him that everything was going to be alright. But he couldn't. There was no way he could return now. He barely thought he could stand returning to the Parker residence. Two innocent civilians and him?

Maybe he should have turned himself over to the authorities when he had appeared in this dimension. They didn't know about the prior Blue Beetles or their legacy. Who in turn, Jaime was chosen to follow.

Maybe they could remove it.

His back burned slightly at the thought, Kaiji showing his displeasure with Jaime's train of thought. Funny how it wasn't just words they used to communicate with anymore, Kaiji gave physical question now as well. After a few close calls being distracted by the scarab while fighting crime, the scarab began to start trying new communication trials between the two. And of course the best one was just uncomfortable.

He didn't know what to do anymore. Keeping a homicidal parasitic alien back bug and fighting crime? Removing it and be unable to move for the rest of his life? Disappear to the edge of the earth and rely on the scarab for basic survival? He didn't know. And the scarab wouldn't make it easy for him either.

He wanted someone to help him. A friend. Someone who would want to help him. Someone who genuinely cared.

But who could care for a vessel for a parasitic alien monster?

He sighed and turned the water off. He had to return to the Parker residence. If only for the night. He didn't want to scare them. He just wanted... He didn't know what he wanted anymore. How funny it was, that when he had nothing, there was nothing that he wanted.

Just because my brain wont let me add more. Writer's block dammit. Suggestions for a cure?