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Shit sucks.
Jason couldn't have said what day it was, what time-- hell, since he started puking, he wasn't so sure where he was anymore. Part of him was a little concerned that his Gran or Sookie was going to walk in and see him sitting on his floor, dirty and sick and scared.
The dreams kept getting worse, since that goddamned chair. He was pretty fucking weak, he knew, locking himself up, spending all his time on the boat. He hadn't even been able to get rid of the whole thing. There was still a big ol' chunk of nasty lawnchair a few feet away from him.
And wasn't that the problem.
Maybe if he weren't so goddamned tired all the time, tied up in knots, he wouldn't have even tried it. But Jason hadn't slept in a couple days now, preferring the grind of exhaustion to waking up with Eddie's cold dead weight on his chest. And that chair, it was taunting him. 'cos he knew damn well that things changed when they touched the island. People told him all the time vampires weren't really vampires anymore.
He just didn't know if it would work. Was it still V? Or was it just dried up blood? Hell, at what point did V even lose its kick? Didn't fucking know.
Which was why he'd scraped it off the remainder of the chair, mixed it up in water, and drank a few frantic glassfuls of it. And now he was so fucking terrified he didn't know if he was high or what. He felt hot, sick to his stomach, dizzy. Puked up a good portion of it, and now he was sitting in it, contemplating whether or not he should do more or not.
"Fuckin' vampires...."
Jason couldn't have said what day it was, what time-- hell, since he started puking, he wasn't so sure where he was anymore. Part of him was a little concerned that his Gran or Sookie was going to walk in and see him sitting on his floor, dirty and sick and scared.
The dreams kept getting worse, since that goddamned chair. He was pretty fucking weak, he knew, locking himself up, spending all his time on the boat. He hadn't even been able to get rid of the whole thing. There was still a big ol' chunk of nasty lawnchair a few feet away from him.
And wasn't that the problem.
Maybe if he weren't so goddamned tired all the time, tied up in knots, he wouldn't have even tried it. But Jason hadn't slept in a couple days now, preferring the grind of exhaustion to waking up with Eddie's cold dead weight on his chest. And that chair, it was taunting him. 'cos he knew damn well that things changed when they touched the island. People told him all the time vampires weren't really vampires anymore.
He just didn't know if it would work. Was it still V? Or was it just dried up blood? Hell, at what point did V even lose its kick? Didn't fucking know.
Which was why he'd scraped it off the remainder of the chair, mixed it up in water, and drank a few frantic glassfuls of it. And now he was so fucking terrified he didn't know if he was high or what. He felt hot, sick to his stomach, dizzy. Puked up a good portion of it, and now he was sitting in it, contemplating whether or not he should do more or not.
"Fuckin' vampires...."