by Will Stanton » Mon Aug 10, 2020 7:11 pm
After getting off the train from Muir, Will had made his way fairly straight towards his room, deep in the bowels of the point. He'd have dozens of hours of classes to make up, and a meeting with the headmaster to try to explain things, and he wasn't looking forward to any of that. That could wait until tomorrow.
The walk through campus was harder than he had anticipated. Some of it, yes, was the emptiness he felt inside; the residual effects of the drugs failing his system. But now, everything seemed so...fake. Like two-dimensional cardboard cutouts of the real thing. Without his enhanced senses, things didn't really seem as...real as they had even six hours ago. Was this what it was like before the MGH? It must have been -- but it was like looking at a world where, say, blue didn't exist. Like something was missing.
Brushing past a couple people who waved at him, Will had entered the Point as quickly as possible. He was so god-damned tired, all the time, and the return of that lack of energy hit him like three tons of bricks. And it was with that mindset that he staggered through the door, staring at the nearly empty room in which he was supposed to stay.
The nearly empty room. The tub that Tosh had built for him was the main obstacle in the small chamber, apart from Acala's various equipment. It sat there, gleaming and white, taunting him. And, after staring at it for a moment, the rage and frustration that had been building over the previous couple days tipped over. Shifting his hands into sledgehammers, Will leapt onto the tub with gusto, swinging, smashing, shouting and swearing, as he tore the damn thing to pieces.
((open))