Brittle

"i'd like to stay at your bedside until forever ends."

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Iron Lung (2026) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) & Original Character(s) Characters: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), David (Iron Lung), The Blood Eel (Iron Lung), Original Characters Additional Tags: POV Second Person (Simon), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Convict | Simon Lives (Iron Lung), she doesn’t, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Blood (Iron Lung), Trauma, Hallucinations, Medical Procedures, Eldritch Horror, Canon Disabled Character, world building, hurt/little comfort, Trauma Recovery, Canon-typical language, baby’s first fic, “You Beta Read This Thing Right?” “This Is The Beta.” Summary:

You weren’t meant to be saved. They weren’t looking for *you*. Yet, here you are, alive, Realization completed. Now what?

We hated them. We didn't really clock the nationalist nature of the thing but we we hated being asked to stand in a big group and sing songs for nobody. It was boring and goofy. Thinking about it now, it really was just our teachers using us as fodder for a Mass Ritual to Prevent 9/11 from Happening Again.

Eventually, some kids developed a sort of game. The ceremony had all these little dramatic pauses between sections of a speech or in-between songs. Kids would wait for those little pauses and, right before the song started, just shout "NINE ELEVEN!" There was a voice for it to. You had to sound kinda like a Patrick Star or a similar exaggerated dunderhead type character.

You can simply cut to the next scene when she's at the location, without explaining how she got there. People will fill that in. Now, if something important happens in the car on the way there, then sure, mention it. But if she's just driving? Nah. Delete that sentence, pop in a scene break, and keep writing.