Sneak peak at my fic rewrite!
Scott is curled up in his bed, blankets piled all around him. He knows he should get up, he really does. The thing is, he can't get his body to move. He isn’t able to get his body up. Everything has been so hard since Jean died, like a hole is missing in his heart. There is a collection of empty soup bowls and half eaten cereal bowls from when he forced himself to get up and eat something at 2 am the other night. The blankets around him are sprawled about, he had kicked them off in his nightmare when he got some of the ever evasive sleep the night before. He may be in bed but that doesn't mean he is sleeping. His brain is just thrumming behind his eyes, no matter how much water he drinks, or how many Tylenol he takes. The ache is constant pounding and spasms of pressure in his head. It feels like something is either trying to break in or break out of his head. It’s worse than the constant pressure that his optic blasts usually are.
