Aftermath|Recharge

[fight4theusers]

Who: fight4theusers and theuserabides
What: Aftermath of this thread, Tron's been repaired, but there's still some major issues going on. IN HIS HEAD.
When: Backdated to just after Tron and Clu's fight.
Where: Tronhaus.
Warnings: Potential mentions of abuse and PTSD, nightmare images

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[fight4theusers]

"I'm fine, thanks to you," Tron said quietly. He tried to resist reliving the moments of pain and disorientation that had followed his injury, but his hands still trembled slightly as he finished cleaning away the blood. He'd been terrified, lost in a grey state between past and present, so certain he was fighting for his life... his very existence. Still, he should have recognized Flynn, let him help... shouldn't he?

Realizing that he was standing still, staring vacantly at the cloth in his hand, Tron shook himself out of memory and set the cloth in the sink before reaching for the disinfectant spray. Carefully, hoping he was doing it right, he sprayed an even layer on the scrape, then grabbed one of the bandage packs, looking at it in slight confusion.

[theuserabides]

"I'm your User. It's my job." Flynn watched Tron's reverie, about to call him back to the present when he snapped out of it on his own and picked up the antiseptic.

The stuff had one up on peroxide, not stinging but merely feeling cold and wet against his skin. Flynn blinked in surprise, having braced himself for a flash of pain that never came, and it took him a moment to notice Tron's puzzlement. "Tear it open. The band-aid's inside. The packaging keeps it sterile."

This was all familiar, though he was used to Tron's role, with Sam as the patient. Or not-so-patient, in his son's case. Hang in there, kiddo. Almost done. For all his faults, Flynn thought dryly, at least he squirmed less than a seven year old.

[fight4theusers]

"You're more than that," Tron said, finally meeting Flynn's eyes for the first time since returning to the house. "But... I should have known you. I didn't..." He shook his head, focusing back on the task of preparing the bandage and applying it carefully to Flynn's arm. He couldn't explain what had happened, the flashback that had been triggered by his injury, the way he'd been utterly certain he would be recoded if he let anyone touch his discs.

Clu was right there, and he could have... but he didn't.

[theuserabides]

"I sound exactly like Clu." By definition. It was a resemblance he'd had to come to terms with himself.

Flynn flexed his arm, testing the bandage, and then took Tron by the shoulder as his sleeve re-rezzed itself from the shoulder down. "That's not the kind of thing I'd expect you to just shake off in the middle of a flashback."

[fight4theusers]

Tron nodded quickly, still looking down. "I couldn't tell... what was real." His voice was quiet, pained. "I knew I wasn't back there, but it... it was hard to remember that. Clu was... I didn't want him to..." He cut off, hands clenched into fists, circuits pulsing in agitation.