A Breakdown

A Curious Ability

Deceit and I popped up at our side of the Border- a foggy, gray plain with a huge glowing line stretching on for what looked like forever- a few seconds later. He landed with no problem. I, however, fell due to my lack of leg use. And let me tell you children, hoo boy howdy did that hurt like fucking hell. Like someone decided to shove a handful of rusty nails in every wound I had. Yeah, I definitely screamed. No denying it. It wasn't even like, a remotely manly yell. I just flat out screamed. And yes, that scream was followed by a lot of cussing. Think of an American cooking show. Ooh, one with Gordon Ramsey in it. If what came out of my mouth after I fell was on one of those shows, the editors wouldn't even bother bleeping it out. They'd cut the whole damn clip out because it would take too long to bleep everything.

Yeah. That bad. A sailor would make me wash out my mouth with soap. To this day, I have not yet lived up to the legendary curses that flew from my mouth. I honestly don't think I ever will. Anyway, on with the story.

I writhed in pain, trying to get air into my lungs. I felt something seep into my shirt and jeans, and I knew wounds reopened. The headache returned tenfold, making my vision flash with spots. 

"Oh fuck!" Deceit dropped to his knees beside me, placing his hands on my chest. "Apologies for this, but it's necessary!"

He pressed down on my chest, and just like that, the pain was gone. Along with everything else. A presence slid into my head, taking everything for its own. I was no longer me, it wasn't my body. I couldn't think, couldn't fight. I didn't know who I was. All I knew was the thing that took hold of my brain, and the single command it left.

"SLEEP."

And with that, I knew no more.

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(Deceit's POV; same memory)
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I removed my hands from Anxiety's torso, breathing hard. I did regret having to seize control of him, but it was the only way I could think of to help him. Although, I have to admit, a fraction of me enjoyed the sensation. A long stretch had passed since I was last able to do that, and it was- relieving to let off a considerable portion of the strain.

I sat back and studied my unconscious ally, his agony-laced scream still ringing in my ears. If we were here to find help for him, then that noise was sure to draw it to us.

Blood steadily blossomed through Anxiety's sweater, as well as in multiple places on his legs. I assumed his wounds were torn open on impact.

"A stupid miscalculation on my part," I thought, peeling his sweater away and lifting up his blood-soaked tee. "I should have remembered that he would fall."

The gash on his chest was indeed reopened, along with several cuts on his hips and arms. I reluctantly tore my cape into pieces to fashion it into makeshift bandages and wrapped those around the biggest slashes.

As I was finishing up, I heard a sound that immediately had me on high alert. Voices.

They were far off, far enough to be out of sight, but I heard them all the same.

'That has to be Lightners. No self-respecting Dark Side would ever make that much racket in such an exposed area.'

I scanned the barren plain, crouched next to my unconscious ally, searching for any sign of movement. The voices rang out again, closer this time. Close enough that I could actually hear the conversation, rather than broken snippets of dialogue.