EVERY TEAR SOAKED WHISKEY MEMORY / private

[dannychan]

so far, no one had seen jim that day. claire had eventually figured out that he hadn't left his bed. she had gone over to try and get him out of bed, but he had just ignored her. eventually she had gone to get blinky, and when he didn't get a reaction, she had called toby. he had only gotten a soft noise from jim, so finally, she went to get draal. she had led him inside, and now stood in the doorway while draal tried to get jim to do.. anything.
jim, however, felt like shit. he had covered the mirrors, struggled with his armour, and then he had just curled up in his thin sheets to the point where he couldn't even see his body. he would just stare at the wall, his fists pressed against his nose so the blanket covered his mouth and nose. he hated how he looked- what he was, who he was, and had even considered walking into broad daylight.