This will also be about Zeph and Blake though it will mainly focus on my dear Blake.
TW: Probably something but idk really-
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Blake was rightfully angry at the world. Why wouldn't they be? First some asshole driver crashed into them and they ended up breaking their leg, cracking a few ribs, and dislocating their shoulder. That put their soccer scholarship at risk. They were stressing over the scholarship despite knowing they could easily get into any college on an academic scholarship instead. Then a few painful months later they were here, in bed doing physical therapy for a different injury. Writing practices. Write, write, write, write, to get their fingers actually working again. Despite what one might think they were even more annoyed because it was the second time they needed to do this. They were eleven when they first had to do this. They got horrible chemical burns on their forearms that still haven't gone away. When they were younger they needed to write to regain their ability to move their fingers, like this time, but they had become ambidextrous in the process. That was the one upside of needing physical therapy they guessed.
They sighed deeply and threw the notebook down. The whole thing was pointless. Go to the pool party, Erica insisted. It'll be fun, she said! You won't fall in the pool and pass out, she should have assured them. Chlorine doesn't affect chemical burns too badly, she should have said! But no, chlorine on chemical burns feels just as bad as when you were injured, Blake found that out the hard way. It was such a stupid way to pass out in front of your best friends. Oh, you fell in the pool and passed out!? You try to peel your medical tape and skin off afterwards because of the pain? So fun. They felt very embarrassed afterwards for some reason but the others understood what had happened. It was also how they found out why Blake wore medical tape all the time. Though they didn't need them it made them feel better. Plus the added thing of not having a panic attack every time they saw their arms and remembered what had happened. That was a memory they loved to suppress like the totally mentally healthy person they were.
Blake scowled as they stood, grabbing their crutches in the process. Can't fight, can't box, can't do ballet, can't weight lift, can barely do anything at work, can barely do anything at home. They felt weighted down like they were completely pointless at the moment. Though what could they do besides wait. Wait for everything to get better. That's all they had been doing their whole life. Waiting for something better to come along. It always did but the whole process of waiting for it was agonizing. It was like they were Tantalus, the king of Lydia and son of Zeus. Cursed to always reach for something they wanted. Though in this case Blake didn't think they deserved the pain! The original Tantalus on the other hand very much deserved what had happened to him. What did he expect to happen? You feed your kids to the Gods and they would just ignore it? People in Greek Mythology were stupid Blake thought but then again they were simply there to teach humanity a lesson about greed and lust and things of that nature.
They went upstairs to the kitchen, desperate for something to eat. Then again what could they even make by themselves anymore? They sighed again as they opened the fridge, looking through. Well, thank you Claymore! There was leftover pasta! They grinned and took the container out along with a bottle of water. Then as they attempted to open the pasta container it dawned on them that they definitely couldn't open either of the things they had just grabbed.
“Sial…” They muttered angrily as they slammed the things onto the counter.
Then a gentle voice came from behind them. “Hey, are you alright?” Zephyrus asked.
Blake glared and shoved the stuff over to him to open considering he was already reaching for them. “What do you think!? I'm basically worthless right now, I can't even open a bottle of water!”
