22 - Desperately wanting...

[zombie_pen]

[walks into his apartment, a sack of medical supplies in his left hand as he cradles the right one against his chest. He's fighting back a wave of nausea & dizziness as he makes his way to the bathroom, praying he makes it without running into anyone.]Note to self: While punching the wall may seem like the better alternative, it's less damaging

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[ad_perditionem]

Look, I know it's---it sucks, it's wrong, it's hard, whatever, but it is for the best. I swear. I wouldn't be doing this if I thought what was going on between us was right at all.

[zombie_pen]

[quirks an eyebrow in his twin's direction, saying nothing for a moment, taking a deep swig from the bottle of JD's]

Hey sparky, it's your call. & you already slammed that door shut. I even heard several locks click into place afterwards.

I'll be fine. I've got myself a friend to get me through the week-- [waves the bottle at other!Sam] --plenty more where this beauty came from.

[ad_perditionem]

[his lips curl with disgust, but he holds it back]

Yeah, sure, okay---you go ahead and wallow. Pickle your liver. I'm sure it deserves the abuse.

Dean won't let you do this to yourself.

[zombie_pen]

Wait... this does seem a tad backwards. Shouldn't it be you on the couch with the booze, sulking & ruining his liver?

[puts the bottle down on the table]

Guess I'll find another means of dealing then. Would hate to become malnourished & self-loathing.

Besides, Dean's not even here to stop me at the moment. Quite possibly, he's off kissing my girlfriend.

[apatheticalblue]

...what happened?

[zombie_pen]

[sets down the bottle, looking at the blond]

I went back to see other!me... things didn't exactly work out like I thought they might. I decided trying to beat the snot out of him would hardly do any good, so I opted for breaking my hand by slugging his wall.

[bites his lip, feeling foolish]

[apatheticalblue]

[just... hugs him]

[zombie_pen]

[pulls the younger male close, his right arm resting uselessly in his lap. He kisses the boy's cheek, smiling wanly]

I'm okay, sport.

[belligerency]

[and look who's just coming in the door now~]

... What happened to you?

[zombie_pen]

[looks up from the bottle, taking it from his lips]

Broke my hand.

[resumes the swig that got interrupted before setting the bottle on the coffee table]

[belligerency]

Yeah, I can see that. How?

[swiping that bottle, kthx]

[zombie_pen]

[makes a face]

Hey, that works much better than Tylenol, you know.

[turns his head, looking away from his brother]

Sam & I got into a stupid spat. Instead of taking a swing at him, I took it out on his wall. & the wall won.

[chipsandtea]

....you all right?

[zombie_pen]

Just a broken hand.

[looks away, his hand cradled against his torso]

[chipsandtea]

....a broken hand?

[zombie_pen]

[nods, biting his lip]

Roxas healed it a bit to take the pain off, but it's still a broken hand.

[amoralthief]

...that is one sorry wrapping job.

[zombie_pen]

Go figure, I broke my right hand, & am definitely not left-handed by any means.

[amoralthief]

Why hasn't that brother of yours fixed it yet?

[zombie_pen]

He wasn't exactly around when I came home, that's why.