Dying Stars.

(PT.10; TERROR)

(Sorry for the lack of content, I had some trouble with my app lol. TW: language, possible gore.)

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"-After that I eventually found a name to give you so that way I wouldn't just be calling you 'Skag Hunter', and uh yeah, that's kinda how we first met. Of course I probably forgot a lot of stuff, it was a long time ago. Might wanna ask Brick for any extra details." Mordecai scratched at his goatee, nervousness bubbling in his chest.

He could practically see the gears turning in your head as you fiddled with the hoodie strings on your jacket. You hadn't said anything during the whole time he was talking and it slightly worried him. He obviously knew the situation, but were you afraid of him?

It felt so strange. He knew he was talking to you, but it didn't feel right; like he was telling a stranger about his old life, not you.

A strong pang of guilt hit his heart as soon as the thought crossed his mind, why was he thinking like this? As if he didn't have faith that you'd get your memories back. Of course you would, it just would take time. He knew it would.

"Was I really like that?" Your voice was small and strange, it hurt him that it didn't sound like you. It hurt how he remembered what you used to sound like. But shoving negative thoughts aside, he quickly straightened up.

"Yeah, you were pretty cool man." Man? God, what was he on?

You simply hummed in response, never once turning to look at him; still messing with the jacket.

It was bothering him how worried you looked. Was something up? Did you not feel right? It nagged at him ever since he started talking. He figured the story would make you feel better, but all it seemed to do was make it worse.

"You alright?" He couldn't help himself. He just had to ask, it was eating him alive. Though showing concern wasn't the end of the world, he didn't know how you might react. When was the last time he said that?

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The question looked to have pulled you out of your thoughts, humming a small "hm?" before the question reached you.
"Oh, um yeah, I guess."
You didn't really know what else to say. You were still trying to process it all; your whole situation that is. It had only been a few hours and you were overwhelmed with information that you felt you couldn't keep up with.

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The silence ringed in his ears as he couldn't quite find the words to start a conversation, simply lost in his thoughts. Should he bring Tina in here? Would that help you? You seemed to warm up to her pretty quickly. Or did you need space? Was he bothering you?

His thoughts swam through his mind and he was so lost that he didn't realize he'd stopped paying attention to you. Or any of his surroundings at all.

It was only when your hand flew to his arm did he seem to wake up.

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Your eyes were blown wide open, and you held a locked gaze onto the door leading out of your room. It took a second but soon Mordecai's picked up on the yelling that was coming down the hall.

'Must be one of Zed's other patients.' He could only think to himself. But no matter his thoughts, you had this 'deer caught in headlights' look about the way you were staring down the door. And your grip was vice against his forearm, almost in a defensive or protective manner. Were you worried? You looked terrified.

He knew that he couldn't have you fearing for your life again, so Mordecai placed a hand on the one that gripped his arm. It was soft and stubble, he didn't want to startle you.