#bluefell

Prose about an injured OC.

Blue blinked, feeling the deep ache of unconsciousness tugging at his spine. The space behind his eyes felt heavy, pulling painfully at his already aching head. The details of where exactly he was and what exactly had left him in this state escaped him; the energy to care had also vanished. He floated in the limbo of damage, unsure whether to push back and aggravate the powers keeping him afloat.

There was certainly noise outside himself; somewhere amidst the blurry streaks people hurried about, outside the bubble Blue found himself in. It was a busy world. He faintly felt a jostling, as though he could really be a part of that business; it faded quickly.

So Blue hung there, fading in and out of awareness. The part that could formulate thought, close to dreaming, noted that the pain wasn't that bad, not really. It was annoying more than anything. He was so tired, and if that last nagging achiness could fade away, perhaps he could finally sleep.

The outside world had other ideas, of course. The noise only grew, and while there was no more sense of external touch, Blue caught his name once. His full name, really. Blue Fell. Weird for someone to say that. That could be a code word, coming from the right person. A small spark of worry dispelled the heaviness in his chest, creating a new, struggling pain. Unlike the other pain, Blue did not allow it to run its course. He rode it, trying to follow it to its destination in the outside. The sounds grew clearer, he could almost see the ceiling tiles above him.

Rating: Teen

Blue x Red x Fell

Blue keeps sneaking out, and Stretch has no idea where to.

Old whump drabble, featuring my OCs.

“Stop, let me go,” Blue muttered.

Dodger paid him no mind, continuing his rant. “That’s why you’ll never be anything, you’re too afraid of yourself and who you are. If you would just stop letting everyone run over you all the time maybe you could do something of use. Even then though, you’re too afraid to begin anything. Why try at all?”

Blue stopped struggling the moment a sharp *crack* ran through the room. Everyone stopped really, Tom clapping his fingers over his mouth. Dodger frowned, looking down at the hand that had just gone limp in his grasp. “I’m afraid your wrist is broken. I suppose it’s another hospital trip for us all then, isn’t it?”

Blue didn’t react, bar a small flinch as Dodger released his hand and it crashed down to his side. He was frozen, eyes wide with fear. Tom moved forward, trying to reach out for Blue, but Blue ran out of the room, disappearing into the hall noiselessly. Tom hummed anxiously, stepping towards the door, but Dodger grabbed his arm. “I’ll go get him, you go get the car ready.”

Tom didn’t set off right away, though. “You hurt him.” His eyes searched Dodger’s face accusingly.

“Yes. I allowed my frustration to get the better of me. I would like a chance to make amends and ensure he’s alright.”

Tom seemed unsure but nodded. He left Dodger to set off on Blue’s tracks. It didn’t sound as though the man had gone upstairs, so Dodger continued along the hallway towards the storage closets. It wasn’t until he turned around that he spotted Blue, curled protectively under the stairs. His eyes were watching Dodger carefully, but betrayed every bit of fear he felt.

Dodger took a seat on the floor across the hallway, being sure to give him plenty of space. “Careful not to aggravate your wrist more.”

Blue didn’t respond; his broken wrist was curled in his lap, protected by his arms and out of sight.

“Tom is getting the car ready; we’ll take you to the hospital to get that fixed up. I do apologize; I didn’t believe you would strain that hard to be free of my grasp.” Dodger paused, inviting Blue to answer; when he was met with silence, he continued, “Why did you fight so hard?”

Blue spoke in a mutter, not trying to be heard. “It was too much like back then.”

“Back when?”

“…Before the simulation. Before they put me under. They broke my wrist too.”

“…What simulation?”

“The one- the world before- this. It’s fuzzy, I can’t…” Blue sighed shakily, struggling with the words to explain. Dodger motioned for him to breathe, and he did so if not with some exaggeration. “I tried to fight back and they broke my wrist. Then they strapped me down and…”

His face went rather pale, and his gaze drifted to some point beyond Dodger. “And then everything went to shit.”

“Hmm. That conveys almost no information at all.” Blue didn’t react to this comment, staring off and away again. Dodger continued, “Well, this is a very different situation to that. For one, this was an accident. Unless you intended to break your wrist?” Blue shook his head. “And I doubt this will be the end of the world. The cast may be inconvenient, but I imagine the break will heal fine. We have to go right away though, if you do want it to set properly.” Dodger stood, beginning to walk away.