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[dizzychimer4]

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[twofoldaffliction]

Your name is Sollux Captor, and you thought you knew what day terrors were.

You’re used to them feeling real. You are used to waking up in the midst of a fresh scream, while it hasn’t even finished tearing from your throat and you aren’t in possession of enough control to cut it off. You’re used to waking others with elbows to the chest and resistance to attempts at pulling you out of your subconscious, you’re well fucking practiced.

You’re well practiced, so why is your heart still beating so fast?

You lurch from your chair so forcefully that you knock it to the ground, finding that the sick cyclones in your stomach were impossible to ignore; not that you had given them time to settle. You stumble to the ablution block first, choking on your terror and the panicked tears just as much as the rising bile. You don't turn on the light. 

You've been back at your own hive for three days, so you don't think you've woken anyone. 

The light of your computer burned your eyes when you turned it on upon returning to your chair, after too long a time on the cold tile and too long a walk on weak legs. Your hands tremble almost violently, and you pause in wretched conflict, lowering your head to swallow the lingering sickness and the doubt.

You would look for Mituna first if there wasn’t a face seared onto the back of your eyelids, glued along the inner linings of your aching think pan. A name sizzling in your veins, and a reason to question. To speak, like you never wanted to, to someone you know now that you don't really trust.

You can’t hear your own breath over your pulse in your ears, but you know it’s heavy as you hover over a handle, and click.