WARNING: MENTIONS OF WAR, BLOOD, AND OTHER POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS, READ WITH CAUTION
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Planes soared ahead, the zoom of them was deafening.
His ears popped at the boom, he squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth until it passed.
As soon as he uncovered his head and thought he was safe, a bomb dropped mere metres away from his hiding spot.
Shell fragments peppered the rock behind him.
Bullets rained from every direction. And yet, he stood and looked around.
This isn't how it happened, this isn't what happened, this isn't how he lost his-
A single bullet shucked through his chest, piercing a lung.
This isn't what happened-
Another through a leg.
This isn't how it happened-
One more through a shoulder.
This isn't how he lost his body-!
Another bomb, fragments punching holes into his body.
His ragged breathing. . . started merging with a faint sound. . .
A beep? No. A ping of a radar??
And a voice similar to his own?
"Captain?? Dad??"
He flung himself forward, his screen slamming into the head of one of the boys.
"Ow!! Hey!!" Haym stumbled backwards, caught by his brothers.
"Sir, that's the tenth time this week that you've had those nightmares. . . you need to talk to someone about those." Rin frowned, gently approaching his dad.
J sighed, shaking his screen.
"I'm fine, boys. I promise."
Purl-Hew and Zimelu cocked their heads to the side and in unison, "Yeah, right."
Eloni piped up, "If I may, those nightmares have been draining you to barely anything, sir. You need help. . ."
J scoffed and lolled his screen around his shoulders, groaning.
"Alright, alright. I'll talk to Tatiana about it and see if she knows anyone. She's bound to."
All five of the boys grinned, lighting up like holiday lights.
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"So you're telling me for the past week, you've been zoning out, for lack of better term, and having nightmares of your past, only it's not accurate? And you're just now speaking to me about this? Really, Neon J, honestly." Tatiana pinched the bridge of her nose.
Neon J rolled back and forth on his heels nervously, "Uh, yes?"
"Oh my-" she sharply inhaled, "-alright, I do know someone. They're an old friend of mine, even before The Goolings. I went to them with my problems, they listen. Trust me, they're the best of the best."
She rustled through a few papers before a, "A-ha! Found it." She held up a business card.
"Has their name, phone number, and address. Take your pick how you contact them first but they're willing either way."
J took the card and looked it over.
"(Y/N), Therapy For the Soul- Good grief, this sounds hokey." He scoffed.
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Fanfiction{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE} This game doesn't get nearly enough attention, it's so good. Cover edited. Edited by me, art all by Metronomik, of course.
