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amicably_absentFor the better part of a week, Glitch refused to leave him room.
The glitches were near paralysing by that stage, his emotions so high and turbulent that he struggled to get through an hour without ending up caught in a cycle, or completely forgetting who people around him were. Raw spent the most time with him, trying to keep his mind smooth and healing but it was almost like Glitch was willing the surgery to go wrong, uninterested in making life normal again.
Raw was also sworn to secrecy. Glitch didn't discuss what had happened that night, the night of the ball. He didn't answer questions, just glitching out of them when he was asked where Cain was or what happened between them. Raw kept his word, he said nothing about what he knew, he didn't tell the medicos what was wrong and why a previously well recovering patient had back slid so dramatically.
But it was clear. Glitch was more and more showing the symptoms of being a headcase. Lack of focus, disorientation, forgetfulness, emotional disconnection...
But he never once forgot the emotional pain that was driving his descent. No matter what they thought he had forgotten, how he seemed to be, he hadn't forgotten Wyatt, however much he tried.
He remembered cornflower blue eyes and sun touched skin and hair and a bright, warm smile that had woken him out of his glitches.
He remembered being in love and being loved in return.
And he remembered the look on a boy's face, angry and hurt and near resentful. And he didn't know who the boy was, but he knew that it was vitally important that he never have that look again.
Which was why he would live like this. Because sometimes, what you want doesn't matter as much as doing the right thing.
And he didn't remember why it was the right thing. Only that it was.
He had to hurt to make it right.
And no amount of glitching would take that away.
The glitches were near paralysing by that stage, his emotions so high and turbulent that he struggled to get through an hour without ending up caught in a cycle, or completely forgetting who people around him were. Raw spent the most time with him, trying to keep his mind smooth and healing but it was almost like Glitch was willing the surgery to go wrong, uninterested in making life normal again.
Raw was also sworn to secrecy. Glitch didn't discuss what had happened that night, the night of the ball. He didn't answer questions, just glitching out of them when he was asked where Cain was or what happened between them. Raw kept his word, he said nothing about what he knew, he didn't tell the medicos what was wrong and why a previously well recovering patient had back slid so dramatically.
But it was clear. Glitch was more and more showing the symptoms of being a headcase. Lack of focus, disorientation, forgetfulness, emotional disconnection...
But he never once forgot the emotional pain that was driving his descent. No matter what they thought he had forgotten, how he seemed to be, he hadn't forgotten Wyatt, however much he tried.
He remembered cornflower blue eyes and sun touched skin and hair and a bright, warm smile that had woken him out of his glitches.
He remembered being in love and being loved in return.
And he remembered the look on a boy's face, angry and hurt and near resentful. And he didn't know who the boy was, but he knew that it was vitally important that he never have that look again.
Which was why he would live like this. Because sometimes, what you want doesn't matter as much as doing the right thing.
And he didn't remember why it was the right thing. Only that it was.
He had to hurt to make it right.
And no amount of glitching would take that away.
