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“Any change?” Sue asks as she walks in with Franklin at her side. Like usual, she goes to the pod and lets her fingers rest lightly on the glass. She watches the blue shimmer pulse just out of sync with Johnny’s breathing.

Darcy shakes her head. “Not really.” She coughs once. “Um. There was a little bit of a spike on the thermal graph, but otherwise it’s been all quiet.”

“Anything to cause the spike?” Sue asks.

Darcy hears, Did you do anything to make him worse? With a side of, Did you hurt him again?

“No,” she says, answering all these questions with one syllable. “No idea what—if anything—caused it.” The room is suddenly impossibly small, and oxygen feels like it’s at a premium. “I’ll let you get to it,” she says under her breath and ducks out as quickly as she can. The door closes behind her, muffling the sound of Sue beginning to read out the numbers on Johnny’s monitors for Franklin to slowly type into his little tablet.

She sits on the couch and lets her head drop into her hands, resting her elbows on her knees. Her eyes are stinging from how dry the air is in the medical wing. That’s what she’s telling herself. Not from lack of sleep. Not from lack of peace. It’s the air.

If she could shut them for more than a few minutes at a time, she knows they would probably feel better.

But every time she shuts them, she finds herself remembering that stupid smile. That breathless Hey, Gorgeous. The sickening way Johnny’s head had lolled forward the moment he hit the ground. Practically lifeless.

what I don't miss is the weird pressure I used to put on myself for no reason as if people would lose interest if I wasn't upholding my "prolific" reputation within a niche fandom

the process of writing is the best part and unfortunately over the last several years I no longer enjoy interactions within the fandom half as much

I'd genuinely rather talk to my fandom old friends than share stories or headcannons

writing is hard but it's just what I do

I'm never going to stop, not really

it just means things will stay unfinished forever or be deleted

I miss my friends, I miss talking to people every day

people have moved on from Darcyland -- they did a long time ago, and I'll never forget my time there