‘ my body is bored of being torn apart . ’ sa!AU pls? 🍑
sorry I have dumb bitch syndrome and wrote sep!au,,, if you still want the sa!au one send me a fresh prompt for it!
For the fourth day in a row since the latest injection, Mike can’t get out of bed. His whole body is so heavy, and most of his joints hurt too much to even move. Every round has been painful, but this one takes the cake. Especially because they’re only allowed three days of rest before returning to training. He’s gonna die this time, he bets. Those who don’t return after day three seldom return at all.
“It’ll be okay,” Peter says from out of Mike’s line of sight, probably pulling on his fatigues before he goes to the mess hall. “This was a rough one, but you’re gonna make it.”
“This feels wrong. I- my body is tired of being torn apart, I just don’t know...”
Although Peter doesn’t come back into Mike’s vision, and his head hurts too much to try moving it, he feels a cool hand push through his hair. It’s the same gentle caress Mike receives after nightmares or when the first day has him nearly clawing his skin off.
“I’ve gotta go, but don’t worry. I’m coming back to check on you around lunch, and the nurse will bring medicine. You’ll get through this.”