『伊達政宗』ᴅᴀᴛᴇ "LET ME DO IT KOJURO" ᴍᴀsᴀᴍᴜɴᴇ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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epidemiology2015-12-05 10:12 pm
inroad) wrote in epidemiology2015-12-05 10:12 pm
your mind's still trapped in twilight
CHARACTERS: Date Masamune & those that I owe a prompt to for this/discussed with.
DATE: after jail-breakout and dispersing
WARNINGS: will update if needed but probably not. He's just delirious from sickness .
SUMMARY: basically his escaping the playpen and then getting his five year-old ass dragged back to the doctor, anyway.
[ he tells himself he must have done this on purpose but he doesn't remember anything to back that claim of his up. He crawls out of the river bed, choking and coughing and gagging until it turns into involuntary retching of blood and bile. All that does is worsen his confused state and his inability to properly focus. This shouldn't be happening, he repeats over and over. His heart is racing as if he just ran here rather than arrived by horse and the chest pain he experiences is little better.
It was better to get out of there if this is the reality of his state, though, he's sure. The unfortunate thing is that it makes it a hell of a lot harder to figure out what to do next. Masamune has no plans on dying—but he wouldn't be responsible for anyone else's death, either, and in the chaos it was a rather rash decision that had no time to be considered. He made a promise to someone to survive (to whom he can't remember right now how stupid of him to forget a face and a name) but everything is suddenly such a mess now that the fight or flight response has drained from him. His condition seemed to deteriorate rapidly upon leaving (or was he the only one that hadn't noticed because it took too much concentration to keep steady?)
Now even breathing, no matter how hard he tries to calm it, is like gasping for air as the world around him spins. Maybe he can just lie here and rest for a few moments? Maybe he is far enough away from whatever he's running from that he can pull himself back together.
He buries his head in his arms, collapsing fully against the bank and tries to calm himself. It only results in a shudder from him despite his best efforts and he feels his horse's snout nudge against his head for a response but he doesn't react. How is his horse here, anyway? Is this real? He wants to tell it to find Kojuro. Kojuro will know what to do.
(He's lost in his own head in sickness, but he already knows that wherever he is, Kojuro is not. Kojuro is missing or has never been here to begin with. Masamune is alone. He's really absolutely alone. Illness like this is the worst because it renders the victim helpless and like a child and he's far too easily lost in fears that stalk him in his very own shadow, relentlessly seeking to plague him once a fracture is found.)
don't look down on me. don't reject me. don't leave me. don't hate me.
don't leave me like her. don't hate me like her.
He believes he merely thinks what he actually says now as he tries to lift himself upon the ground, doubtful and uncertain of himself as much as anyone else that looks on would be. ]
Kojuro, I need you. [ he grits his teeth, fingers curling and sinking into the mud. He hates this. All he can remember is being sick as a child, right now, and it's this same terrifying feeling that brought on all his problems from the start. Why does it have to always ruin everything? Why is Kojuro— ] Why are you somewhere I can't reach...?
DATE: after jail-breakout and dispersing
WARNINGS: will update if needed but probably not. He's just delirious from sickness .
SUMMARY: basically his escaping the playpen and then getting his five year-old ass dragged back to the doctor, anyway.
[ he tells himself he must have done this on purpose but he doesn't remember anything to back that claim of his up. He crawls out of the river bed, choking and coughing and gagging until it turns into involuntary retching of blood and bile. All that does is worsen his confused state and his inability to properly focus. This shouldn't be happening, he repeats over and over. His heart is racing as if he just ran here rather than arrived by horse and the chest pain he experiences is little better.
It was better to get out of there if this is the reality of his state, though, he's sure. The unfortunate thing is that it makes it a hell of a lot harder to figure out what to do next. Masamune has no plans on dying—but he wouldn't be responsible for anyone else's death, either, and in the chaos it was a rather rash decision that had no time to be considered. He made a promise to someone to survive (to whom he can't remember right now how stupid of him to forget a face and a name) but everything is suddenly such a mess now that the fight or flight response has drained from him. His condition seemed to deteriorate rapidly upon leaving (or was he the only one that hadn't noticed because it took too much concentration to keep steady?)
Now even breathing, no matter how hard he tries to calm it, is like gasping for air as the world around him spins. Maybe he can just lie here and rest for a few moments? Maybe he is far enough away from whatever he's running from that he can pull himself back together.
He buries his head in his arms, collapsing fully against the bank and tries to calm himself. It only results in a shudder from him despite his best efforts and he feels his horse's snout nudge against his head for a response but he doesn't react. How is his horse here, anyway? Is this real? He wants to tell it to find Kojuro. Kojuro will know what to do.
(He's lost in his own head in sickness, but he already knows that wherever he is, Kojuro is not. Kojuro is missing or has never been here to begin with. Masamune is alone. He's really absolutely alone. Illness like this is the worst because it renders the victim helpless and like a child and he's far too easily lost in fears that stalk him in his very own shadow, relentlessly seeking to plague him once a fracture is found.)
don't look down on me. don't reject me. don't leave me. don't hate me.
don't leave me like her. don't hate me like her.
He believes he merely thinks what he actually says now as he tries to lift himself upon the ground, doubtful and uncertain of himself as much as anyone else that looks on would be. ]
Kojuro, I need you. [ he grits his teeth, fingers curling and sinking into the mud. He hates this. All he can remember is being sick as a child, right now, and it's this same terrifying feeling that brought on all his problems from the start. Why does it have to always ruin everything? Why is Kojuro— ] Why are you somewhere I can't reach...?
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