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“Why is your comic taking so long?”
for this WIP by the lovely @such-a-random-rambler <3
Pulling himself out of bed might be the hardest thing John’s ever done. The world tilts around more axis than should possibly exist when he sits upright and swings his legs over the side of the bed, and it’s only because his face isn’t squashed against the floor that he can tell he isn’t horizontal again. Fireworks flash across his vision for as long as the world is spinning, and he has to sit for an embarrassingly long time before it fades enough to consider standing. He pulls his slightly sweaty bed shirt over his head, tossing it into the laundry hamper and staggers to the dresser for something clean and soft and comforting. His t-shirts are in the bottom drawer, which – he realises too late – is the worst possible place. When he bends over to rummage for his favourite he feels his entire brain tip, pressing against the front of his skull. It’s like pushing on a bruise or stretching a sprain - not painful at all until movement triggers it, and then it’s agony. In that moment it feels like John’s brain is trying to ooze out of his ears, and if that were the case he wouldn’t try and prevent it if it would make the pain stop. He braces himself against the top of the dresser until the pressure subsides to the baseline level of pain he’s lived with for the past week, and decides he doesn’t need a change of clothes after all.
oh my god??????
marisha throwing things at sam <3 <3 <3
Daily Mail (20 May 1967)