Shattered

Chapter 1

Lloyd was almost certain the sun had it out for him. Somehow out of all the places that the sun could do it's shiny thing, it decided to go right through is window and into his eyes.

His eyes opened just a tiny bit and immediately he closed them again as the annoying dull orange on his eyelids turned into a blinding brightness. He still wasn't used to how bright everything constantly was around here. He still wasn't used to a lot of things.

He was still healing. Resting. Regrouping. Whatever the team and Sensei were calling it. It had been a month since Morro had been killed (that name still caused his body to tense) and six months since his father had been sent to the cursed realm. Yet the team were still worried about him.

He gets it. He does. Stuff still freaks him out and he still acts differently then he did before, but it wasn't that bad. They didn't know the majority of the stuff that went on through his head. He was good at keeping a lot of it too himself.

It was more frustrating then anything else really. The flinching and twitching. The stiffness of his muscles and the lightheadedness when he did something too quickly.

Thankfully when Morro had been playing puppeteer with his body, he had surprising kept it in pretty good shape. Besides slight muscle loss and dehydration (one of the only times he can remember not being in Morro's possession was him losing his shit trying to find a way to give him water after he collapsed for the umpteenth time), he was still in decent shape and could mostly keep up with the guys during training.

That was until they, mostly Kai actually, loudly exclaimed how he needed to rest and how it had barely been a week since everything had happened. They took large amounts of time trying to avoid saying Morro or Garmadon or something that could be 'triggering'.

Unfortunately, a lot more triggered him then just two names.

Lloyd scoffed and almost rolled out of bed, barely catching himself on the end table as he unwrapped himself from his covers. A chill from the lack of warmth went up his spine, and he immediately went up to wrap his arms around his bare chest. His nails dug into the skin of his forearms, and he sharply inhaled.

He would have to go into his bathroom, which he hated for a multitude of different reasons, but he could hear someone in the hallway bathroom and he did not want to walk out there shirtless.

Lloyd inhaled again and walked into the bathroom, distinctly avoiding eye contact with the suit laying in the bathtub. His gaze was on the ground and then on the counter, then the sink, doing everything possible to avoid the mirror. But it was almost impossible to not catch a glimpse of himself in it, and when he inevitably did he was flashing back to black hair, green tinted skin, and an echoing voice in his ears.

He kept going with what he needed to do, of course. Brushing teeth, 'combing' his hair, trying to not make eye contact with himself in the mirror, etc. It had started to become a system at this point, his vision and hearing distortion had changed on the daily. It freaked him out a first, as it would anyone, but the mellower ones like this were so common it almost was like nothing had happened. Almost.

When he walked out of his room without his gi on he knew they would give him weird looks once again. He practically lived in that thing before everything went down, but now the armor feels too heavy and fabric scratchy on his skin. It wasn't his anymore, and he was fine with that. He was fine with wearing his loose sweatpants and even looser T-shirt instead.

"Oh Lloyd, you're awake." His body immediately tensed at the sound of another voice. The haze around his vision lifted and Morro's voice muffled into the back of his brain.

By the grace of god, it was Zane. Zane and his white gi and cool touch. His white gi. The color white was one of the colors that didn't seem to bother as much as any of the others. It was calmer, less alarming, then any of the others.