The Lullaby of No Colour [New]

23 - Painful Reminders

Yuki -

"Yo, what the actual fuck," I mumble to myself, a weird feeling sinking into my stomach. Will moves his arm from draped over me, giving me a curious look as I hunch over.

"What's wrong?" He asks, and I try to swallow a bit of throw-up coming up. The feeling multiplies into pain, causing me to scrunch myself up.

"Fuck, pill." I breathe, and Will scrambles to grab my wallet. He opens it, pulling out my antidepressants in question, but I shake my head and snatch a small packet hidden in the cash section, shakingly opening it and reaching for a nearby beer to chase it down. I hard swallow, the pill hard and cold in my mouth as it trails down, the beer bitter and gross. Buttoning the clasp of the wallet once more, I huddle by Will, begging for the pill to have fast effects.

"I don't understand, I thought that I was unable to get match withdrawals, without my mark," I say, clutching my abdomen as the pain begins to relinquish, nausea instead setting over.

"Yeah... but maybe there's a deeper connection to your body than just your mark." Will mumbles, pulling out a small notepad and writing something down. "That's... interesting." He trails off, and I roll over to face his abdomen, the tv light being too harsh on my dry eyes.

"Mnn, can we just cuddle until I feel better?" I beg, my hands shaking, probably a side effect of the pill. He nods, reaching over and hugging me tight, shifting so we are both laying on the couch.

"Hey, how'd you know that it matched withdrawals? And why did you have that medicine in your wallet?" Will murmurs, his breath warm against my head.

I freeze, before responding in a tentative voice, "I uh... the pills are good for sleep. And I don't know, probably cause you always talk to me about matches, and withdrawal pain happened to be in those conversations... plus I'm on birth control, so I don't get cramps." Will doesn't respond for a while, and I feel guilt wash over me, stomach tightening.

"I haven't been taking them recently, but my therapist said I need to slowly get off them, so I don't get withdrawals as badly," I mumble, and he nods against me, pulling me closer as I drift off.

---

"Clean up those beers before I wring your necks." Tony groans, waking up from his spot on the floor, glaring at us. A few empty beers lie next to him, an indication he certainly drank more than we had.

"Don't you have work today, loser?" Will groans, rolling off the couch and taking me with him.

"I have to get rid of this headache first, ya fuckin nerd," Tony replies, helping me get up and smacking Will's head, not too hard to hurt, but hard enough to make a sound. Oh no. Will smacks back, and I duck, running to the kitchen to make breakfast. Thumps come from the living room, but I try disregarding them as I cook up some turkey bacon and toast.

Will comes up behind me, trying to snatch a piece from the napkin, but I smack his hand with the spatula, rolling my eyes at his attempt.

"You have to make the eggs," I say, and he nods, whipping up the omelets and waffles.