Flying On Crippled Wings • (Sixx:AM)

"Hey, Watch the Fins!"

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I thought you guys deserved something a little lighter after last week's chapter... I'll be honest and say that the update shook me up quite a bit (embarrassing, i know... but the topic hit real close especially for the headspace I've been in)... Anyway, I decided on this little gem for this week's chapter...

TIMEFRAME: This is a drop-in from "You Have Come To The Right Place"... Takes place between Chapters 4 & 5... Nikki & DJ visit James in treatment... DJ has NOT started coping with alcohol yet... James is JUST beginning to complete his meals and get calorie increases...

Anyway... Enjoy !

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DJ's P.O.V:

Everyone knows that I'm a kid at heart, and everyone knows how much of a goofball I can be. I like to use humor to help others and lighten the mood a bit...

Things have been pretty rough the last few days for James... The guy has been struggling a lot more ever since Eliza started giving him more food to eat and Rachel has started trying to dig into his therapy... Of course, I don't know specifics for either realm here, but everyone knows that James is a master avoider... In fact, he told me that Rachel said that to his face during his first session. I mean, she's got the right idea... Anyone who knows James knows that's a fact .

That's probably the most outrageous yet obvious fact about James, so it makes sense that he's feeling miserable right now... I wish I was able to take his pain away and make it mine. He doesn't deserve any of what he's going through...

Personally, I think the hardest part of knowing that he's having a rough time is knowing that I can't really do anything about it... Of course I try to support him when I can, but it's hard when I can't visit him or see him all the time. Sure, I can call him and have FaceTime video chats... I can come during visiting hours, but it's not the same... It's not the same thing as being around him the way that I used to.

Of course the anxiety festers within me all the time... All of the questions bubble up. The questions. Is he okay? Is he safe? Is he doing okay? Is he eating? Are the staff taking care of him? Has he hurt himself? Are his vitals okay? Is he sneaking behaviors on the unit? God... they go on forever and ever and ever and they don't ever stop!

The anxiety only gets worse the longer that I'm stuck outside of the treatment center, because I just feel the need to be with James as much as possible... I can't see what's going on when I'm not with him, and it scares the fuckin' crap outta me!

That's completely off topic though...

Basically, I had an idea the other day. An idea that involves making James laugh... I just want to try to help him in any way that I can right now, and I figured... well... Doesn't humor help?

Yes.

It does.

Call me nuts, but I thought that it would be really freakin' funny if I came during visiting hours dressed up... And when I say dressed up, I don't mean wearing a suit and tie. Nah! I'm talking about dressing up in a costume...

I've had this green furry dinosaur costume hidden in my house for years ! I don't even remember where or when I bought the damn thing but it's such a killer costume and I honestly think it's fuckin' hilarious! I've been wanting to wear the thing so many times but I kept talking myself outta it, especially since I've already done some pretty stupid things in my life... You know what I mean by stupid...