Trying to Scream, but Nobody Cares (Phone Drabbles)
I'm constantly finding myself in situations where I have nothing to keep my hands busy (translation: the craziness and ADD come out if I'm not doing something). I usually have my phone at times like these and since I can compose messages up to 2295 characters and save them to drafts rather than send them out I figured I should start using Zebes to write fic. Hey, it's better than pretending to send out/receive texts and tweets.
Anyway, these aren't stellar. I'm just putting them here because I can. So there.
Sunlight streamed over his face. Jan squinched his nose and rolled towards Kristina. He didn’t want to get up and go to the lab today. H wanted to stay in bed with Kris until it was time to go hang out with Juri. Even then he would prefer it the older man came over. Kris could make alfredo and they could have a nice evening watching movies or playing video games. Maybe his dreams would come true and they could have a threesome
Jan made another face and rolled out of bed. Kris didn’t understand his desire to have both her and Juri. She was starting to get jealous and Jan didn’t want to push too hard.
“Jan?”
The man turned back to the groggy woman.
“Yeah, Kris?”
“What time is it?”
“Uh, 7:36?”
“What? Why didn’t the alarm go off? I told you to set it for six! My presentation is today!”
Jan watched his girlfriend fly around the room before shaking himself and checking the alarm clock. Red 6:00 blinked up at him.
“It is set for six,” he said.
“Then why didn’t it go off,” Kris demanded.
“Uh-uhuh. Look, you showered last night. I’ll fix your hair while you put on your make up. No big deal; everything will be fine.”
Kris dragged her hands through her hair and nodded. She wrenched her night shirt off, leaving Jan to admire her back as she hooked her bra shut and pulled on an undershirt. Seemingly abruptly she strode to the bathroom and the man tripped over his jeans as he tried to follow.
Kris didn’t even look back to see Jan’s sheepish grin; she just started brushing her teeth.
__ __ __
He shrieked. He didn’t know what was going on. The beaker had been in his hand and then fire ants started chewing his leg off. White powder snowed down everywhere and the fire ants backed off.
Slowly he became aware of a pathetic keening noise. Even slower he realized he was the source. Beyond the keening, everyone was screaming as the room spun erratically. He didn’t blame them. As a worktable flew up over his head everything slid to black.
__ __ __
Sounds came back first, blurry and distorted but also sharply staccato, like he was under water. The noise slid away for a while and then came back as two dearly familiar voices. Fighting. Why were they fighting?
Jan groaned and tried to open his eyes. Everything swam horribly and he closed his eyes with a whimper. He didn’t have the energy to do much more.
“Sorry, Jan-man,” a comforting nasal voice murmured. “I didn’t get here before they sedated you and apparently they didn’t see the not on your sedative sensitivity. Actually, I’m surprised you’re awake.”
Jan lifted a hand, barely bothering to make sense of what was being said. One small, delicate hand gripped his while a larger, squarish, and calloused hand wrapped gently around his wrist.
“Wah’ ‘ap’ned?” Jan managed to push past his lips.
“You, ah, you dropped a beaker of nitric acid. On your leg. The doctors think you’ll need a skin graft.”
“Nn-n.” Jan rolled his head back and forth on the pillow.
“No? Jan-man, if you need a skin graft you can’t just say no.”
“H’drochl’r’c, n’t n’tr’c.”
There was extended silence before a small, exasperated “Jan” from the second person and a snort from the speaker.
“Alright, nerd. Let me go tell the doctor you’re awake.”
The calloused hand left his wrist. Jan whined when the hand holding his gripped tighter after the door closed.
“Why is Juri your first emergency contact?”
Unbidden an image of David, red-faced and screaming, swam into focus.
“Not me, not even your mother, Juri. Why, Jan?”
The man in the hospital bed tried opening his eyes again, with much more success.
“Kris?”
Jan tried to move his hand and touch the woman’s face but she held his hand where it was.
“Jan.”
“Pres’nt’tion?”
“Ah, Herr Werner, welcome back,” an older doctor said, entering the room.
Jan offered a lopsided grin and let his hand fall when Kristina let it go.
“Pr’sintashin,” Jan tried again as the doctor checked the monitors around the bed.
“How did your presentation go?” Juri asked Kristina. The woman stared at him before turning and stalking out of the room.
__ __ __
When Jan showed up at his door with huge haunted eyes, Juri didn’t ask. He didn’t even bother arguing who would take the bed. He just held his friend tight.
By the end of the week all of Jan’s belongings were boxed up in Juri’s living room. The drummer worried about the other man. Jan had lost his job, his girlfriend, and his apartment. Kristina had kicked him out the day after he’d gotten out of the hospital, waiting only long enough for him to sign the lease over to her.
It was with a good deal of reservation that Juri sat the younger man down and explained his situation.
“What?” Jan asked, looking about to crumble.
“I’m moving to Italy in three weeks,” Juri repeated. “I’ve already talked to my super about it. My step-father’s mother needs help and since the school won’t be needing me next semester I said I’d go.”
Jan looked away, lips trembling.
“Janni, Janni, no,” the drummer said, catching the DJ’s face in his hands. “I want you to come with me.”
(minimal editing)
Anyway, these aren't stellar. I'm just putting them here because I can. So there.
Sunlight streamed over his face. Jan squinched his nose and rolled towards Kristina. He didn’t want to get up and go to the lab today. H wanted to stay in bed with Kris until it was time to go hang out with Juri. Even then he would prefer it the older man came over. Kris could make alfredo and they could have a nice evening watching movies or playing video games. Maybe his dreams would come true and they could have a threesome
Jan made another face and rolled out of bed. Kris didn’t understand his desire to have both her and Juri. She was starting to get jealous and Jan didn’t want to push too hard.
“Jan?”
The man turned back to the groggy woman.
“Yeah, Kris?”
“What time is it?”
“Uh, 7:36?”
“What? Why didn’t the alarm go off? I told you to set it for six! My presentation is today!”
Jan watched his girlfriend fly around the room before shaking himself and checking the alarm clock. Red 6:00 blinked up at him.
“It is set for six,” he said.
“Then why didn’t it go off,” Kris demanded.
“Uh-uhuh. Look, you showered last night. I’ll fix your hair while you put on your make up. No big deal; everything will be fine.”
Kris dragged her hands through her hair and nodded. She wrenched her night shirt off, leaving Jan to admire her back as she hooked her bra shut and pulled on an undershirt. Seemingly abruptly she strode to the bathroom and the man tripped over his jeans as he tried to follow.
Kris didn’t even look back to see Jan’s sheepish grin; she just started brushing her teeth.
__ __ __
He shrieked. He didn’t know what was going on. The beaker had been in his hand and then fire ants started chewing his leg off. White powder snowed down everywhere and the fire ants backed off.
Slowly he became aware of a pathetic keening noise. Even slower he realized he was the source. Beyond the keening, everyone was screaming as the room spun erratically. He didn’t blame them. As a worktable flew up over his head everything slid to black.
__ __ __
Sounds came back first, blurry and distorted but also sharply staccato, like he was under water. The noise slid away for a while and then came back as two dearly familiar voices. Fighting. Why were they fighting?
Jan groaned and tried to open his eyes. Everything swam horribly and he closed his eyes with a whimper. He didn’t have the energy to do much more.
“Sorry, Jan-man,” a comforting nasal voice murmured. “I didn’t get here before they sedated you and apparently they didn’t see the not on your sedative sensitivity. Actually, I’m surprised you’re awake.”
Jan lifted a hand, barely bothering to make sense of what was being said. One small, delicate hand gripped his while a larger, squarish, and calloused hand wrapped gently around his wrist.
“Wah’ ‘ap’ned?” Jan managed to push past his lips.
“You, ah, you dropped a beaker of nitric acid. On your leg. The doctors think you’ll need a skin graft.”
“Nn-n.” Jan rolled his head back and forth on the pillow.
“No? Jan-man, if you need a skin graft you can’t just say no.”
“H’drochl’r’c, n’t n’tr’c.”
There was extended silence before a small, exasperated “Jan” from the second person and a snort from the speaker.
“Alright, nerd. Let me go tell the doctor you’re awake.”
The calloused hand left his wrist. Jan whined when the hand holding his gripped tighter after the door closed.
“Why is Juri your first emergency contact?”
Unbidden an image of David, red-faced and screaming, swam into focus.
“Not me, not even your mother, Juri. Why, Jan?”
The man in the hospital bed tried opening his eyes again, with much more success.
“Kris?”
Jan tried to move his hand and touch the woman’s face but she held his hand where it was.
“Jan.”
“Pres’nt’tion?”
“Ah, Herr Werner, welcome back,” an older doctor said, entering the room.
Jan offered a lopsided grin and let his hand fall when Kristina let it go.
“Pr’sintashin,” Jan tried again as the doctor checked the monitors around the bed.
“How did your presentation go?” Juri asked Kristina. The woman stared at him before turning and stalking out of the room.
__ __ __
When Jan showed up at his door with huge haunted eyes, Juri didn’t ask. He didn’t even bother arguing who would take the bed. He just held his friend tight.
By the end of the week all of Jan’s belongings were boxed up in Juri’s living room. The drummer worried about the other man. Jan had lost his job, his girlfriend, and his apartment. Kristina had kicked him out the day after he’d gotten out of the hospital, waiting only long enough for him to sign the lease over to her.
It was with a good deal of reservation that Juri sat the younger man down and explained his situation.
“What?” Jan asked, looking about to crumble.
“I’m moving to Italy in three weeks,” Juri repeated. “I’ve already talked to my super about it. My step-father’s mother needs help and since the school won’t be needing me next semester I said I’d go.”
Jan looked away, lips trembling.
“Janni, Janni, no,” the drummer said, catching the DJ’s face in his hands. “I want you to come with me.”
(minimal editing)