Getting Hard to Breathe
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dorksidefikerTitle: Getting Hard to Breathe
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/87. Stab
Character/Pairing: Julian Keller
Rating: PG
Word Count: 252
Summary: Julian’s all alone and it’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I’m sure you all are well aware of this by now.
Julian stood in front of the mirror, looking down at the pale scars on his chest. He traced the scars with a finger and he tried to keep the air moving in and out of his lungs. He knew that his lungs were completely healed, but he remembered being stabbed through the chest, his lungs filling with blood as he struggled to catch his breath.
By all rights, he should be dead, like Brian and Laurie and so many others.
Instead, he was standing in a hotel room, looking at himself in the mirror while trying to get his body to remember that he could breathe.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, turning away from the mirror with a shudder. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He looked at the cell phone sitting on his bed and wished that he had someone he could call. Vic had run away from home, Santo just wouldn’t get what he was going through, David and Josh had gone all weird since letting the Cuckoos mess around in their heads, Cessily had gone to ground and wasn’t answering anyone’s calls… and he had no idea where Sofia was.
He was all alone, and he couldn’t breathe.
Author:
fullmetal_cute Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/87. Stab
Character/Pairing: Julian Keller
Rating: PG
Word Count: 252
Summary: Julian’s all alone and it’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I’m sure you all are well aware of this by now.
Julian stood in front of the mirror, looking down at the pale scars on his chest. He traced the scars with a finger and he tried to keep the air moving in and out of his lungs. He knew that his lungs were completely healed, but he remembered being stabbed through the chest, his lungs filling with blood as he struggled to catch his breath.
By all rights, he should be dead, like Brian and Laurie and so many others.
Instead, he was standing in a hotel room, looking at himself in the mirror while trying to get his body to remember that he could breathe.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, turning away from the mirror with a shudder. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He looked at the cell phone sitting on his bed and wished that he had someone he could call. Vic had run away from home, Santo just wouldn’t get what he was going through, David and Josh had gone all weird since letting the Cuckoos mess around in their heads, Cessily had gone to ground and wasn’t answering anyone’s calls… and he had no idea where Sofia was.
He was all alone, and he couldn’t breathe.