Sorry about your eye

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Plagued by nightmares night after night Washington grew tired of it all, his bleach blonde hair had lost its shine, and deep set bags appeared underneath his lifeless steel hued eyes. Agent Washington had been dealing with better things now that he and the others were at Chorus, yet memories from the past reoccurred in his dreams every night making his once peaceful sleep filled nights a living hell. Hours of tossing and turning, waking up every ten to twenty minutes covered in sweat, never able to get a good night's sleep thanks to his memories. He despised them, but memory was key he would remind himself with a long unsettling sigh.

Lavernius Tucker wouldn't like to admit it but he'd been watching the ex-freelancer since they had first arrived on Chorus with interest sparking behind his helmet. He had come to view Wash as a great leader and demonstrator for when they trained and went on missions. Though as of late he had noticed a decline in the others enthusiasm to get things done, a slowing of reflexes and just a real downfall on the others part. It upset Tucker to see that happen, but he and Washington weren't even that close. Yeah, they would go for a walk after a long training session together every so often, and sometimes they would check up on each other over the radio when out on missions when the other wasn't included in on it, they would hang out together when everyone else was doing stuff and they had free time. Okay, they were practically best friends and in Tuckers eyes that made it even more worrisome that Wash wasn't telling him anything about his condition. Tucker had thought about confronting him but decided against it once he saw Caboose ask him how he was doing and the steel and yellow armored man almost flipped his shit until Caboose got sad and Washington ended up replying with "It's been hard on me." Tucker being the ever arrogant and oblivious fool he was had to throw in a "BOW CHICKA BOW WOW!" Which only earned him a small "tch" of disapproval and a cold shoulder from Wash for the rest of the week.

Two weeks later Tucker found himself in the situation as of now. He stood in front of Washington's room, the door closed and the sound of pained groans coming from behind it. 

The teal simulation trooper not sure whether the other was in trouble or doing some wicked kinky BDSM. Tucker pushed back his dreadlocks, his eyebrows furrowed in worry and curiosity, he knocked hesitantly.

"Wash? Hey Washington? You okay in there?" Tucker knocked again, upon receiving no answer but the sounds still continuing he turned the door knob, surprised to find it unlocked. The door opened with ease opening into a dark room with a small ray of light flitting through the curtains from the moonlight outside.

Wash's groans became louder as he started to toss and turn more, small gasps of "no" escaping from his mouth.

"Tu-"

Tuckers eyes widened slightly, taking a few wide strides he stood next to Washington's bed, leaning on the mattress he leaned over Wash's body placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Was-"

Tucker was cut off as Washington gasped, his eyes shooting wide open as his fist came flying out of nowhere connecting with Tucker's face in a split second. There was a sickening smack as flesh hit flesh, Tucker stumbled back clutching his eye.

"FUCK!" The teal sim. trooper hissed in pain as he now lay at the foot of Washington's bed curled in on himself like a roly-poly. Washington sat up in a hurry, the sound of his friend pulling him from his daze.

"Shit! T-tucker? Is that you?" Wash threw the blankets off of himself and moved to the teal trooper's side.

"What the fuck dude?"

"Oh crap, I'm sorry! I thought you were - in my dream you - I..." Washingtons' voice got softer and softer.

"I what?" Tucker questioned sitting up, a small hiss leaving him as he remained covering his left eye.