Kenzi and Ski’s coma
The nurses wheeled the twins into their room. They checked the twins charts looking over the foot of the bed, put them back and placed the IV into their arms. The anesthesia started kicking in, their arms felt tingly; they glanced at each other hazy trying to reach over to grab hands. Their eyes became heavy “see you in a while brother.” Kenzi telepathically told him before they passed out. The doctor came in and began running tests to check if they were healthy enough to be under a drug induced coma. Once the tests were finished the drugs had been administered.
Kenzi immediately dreamt about Lexa. She missed her soft touch, the way she flipped her hair, her laugh, the way they would dance, everything. Kenzi hated herself for the last thing she had said to Lexa. It was eating her up inside knowing they were fighting so much but she didn’t know how to fix it and all her efforts to fix things didn’t work. Kenzi wished that if she ever saw Lexa again that they could just make up. She also hoped if it was necessary Lexa would just move on with her life. As much as she loved her Kenzi would rather get dumped than have her partner miserable. She mustered up the courage to talk to Lexa. “Hey, um I know you probably hate me but um I just want you to know that, it’s okay.” She paused “It’s okay if you want to break up with me since I haven’t been around much and when I am we are fighting. I’m sorry that I’m such a waste of space. You deserve the world and I couldn’t give it to you. I’m sorry Lexa. I wish things worked out but I know they didn’t. I won’t lie to you. I am going to miss you but I know it’s for the best.” The tears welled up in her eyes but she blinked them away. “If we’re meant to be we’ll get back together… I’m so sorry.” Kenzi walked out of the room and into her own. She threw herself on her bed like a Disney princess and sobbed.
"Did ANYONE MISS me?
Kenzi looks around, “Hm, guess not. Oh well”
“I guess no one missed me either.” Ski shrugged. “Everyone has moved on with their lives.” He sighed looking down at his sister. “Maybe we should just go into a coma and wake up whenever things get better.”
She sighed at her twin lost. “Perhaps you’re right. We’ve been gone for far too long. It won’t matter anyway.”
"Did ANYONE MISS me?
Kenzi looks around, “Hm, guess not. Oh well”
"I can lift a car- walk the moon. Because my author won’t stop singing it."
what if Oprah was your mom
- me: hi mom good morning
- Oprah: hi sweety I made you breakfast!
- me: oh thanks mom where is i-..
- Oprah: LOOK UNDER YOUR CHAIR!!!!!!!
YES. ALL THE REBLOGS!
It’s astounding that everybody wants roads and schools and fire departments but nobody’s willing to help pay for it. I’m perfectly happy to pay taxes to ensure that my fellow Americans have great schools, healthcare, etc, because I’m an adult and I can add.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Calculus
Harry potter and the Prisoner of Algebra
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Theorem
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Analysis
Harry Potter and the Order of Operations
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Statistician
Harry Potter and the Deathly Algorithms
OH MY FUCKING GOD
AND THE ORDER OF OPERATIONS
THE PRISONER OF ALGEBRA
Keeping up this reserve was growing harder by the moment, and she knew that eventually she would just give up trying to. She listened silently as Kenzi shuffled around, hearing the clanking of the glass bottles and the shutting of the doors. She didn’t bother looking up as the door to the room shut, she knew it was Kenzi doing it. Eventually it became overpowering, and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from letting it rule her. She wasn’t the type of person to let her emotions control her, and the fact that they were getting the best of her slightly pissed her off. She felt her eyes stinging and she blinked furiously, her breath coming out as choked attempts. She knew very well that Kenzi could probably see and feel it, and she grimaced at the thought of her emotions topping the ones she already had from herself and Ski. She wasn’t going to add to them..she didn’t need that. Closing her eyes she changed down, taking sparrow form and flittered over to the fireplace, her dark birdlike eyes glancing up the chimney that led to the rooftop and looked at the night sky. Everything hurt, emotionally, physically, mentally, and it was going to take her over soon. She didn’t want to have her own breakdown go through Kenzi as well, so she just had to make sure she managed to reserve it to herself well enough. As her little bird heart raced she let out a screeched, pained mewl, her wings taking her upward to the roof top where she perched, overlooking, thinking of where to go.
Kenzi sighed as she drank noticing that half of the bottle was already done. She cried out in sheer agony. She drowned her sorrows in the alcohol once more feeling it trickle down her throat warming her body. When she hugged her knees to herself she was frozen like a corps. She was trying desperately to cling onto her humanity especially when she knew her twins was fading. Thinking of her brother only made her pain worse. She transformed her fingernails into cat claws. She dug her nails into her thighs dragging them along her legs. She hissed as she took another drink. ”I’m so sorry.” She whispered as she could feel her blood rushing from her body forming a pool around her. It was becoming difficult to breathe and stay conscious. Kenzi knew she was fading fast dropping the bottle of wine. The upper half of her body fell over limp. The impact of her head hitting the floor was enough to cause her to fall unconscious.
Perched atop the roof, Lexa folded her wings back as the breeze rustled her feathers. A pang went through the little bird as she felt Kenzi’s pain, the emotional damage ripping through her like a tidal wave. Until she felt..pain? Physical pain? Her sharpened senses heard a thud and glass breaking shortly afterward and her instincts took over, fluttering down the chimney and changing back to herself after reaching the bottom. “Kenzi?” She asked, hearing nothing in response but the nerve numbing silence that followed. Standing up, she made her way to the bedroom, finding Kenzi lying there, wine bottle smashed, legs bleeding, seemingly knocked out. Dropping down, Lexa ripped the sheet from the bed and pressed it onto the lacerations on her legs, slowing down the bleeding as she looked at her hands, well, now catlike. “What did you do to yourself..” She sighed quietly, running her fingers through Kenzis hair until she found the bump where she’d hit her head. Running her finger over it, it didn’t appear too bad, especially for her. She lifted her up and brought her into the living room, laying her on the couch with the sheet wrapping her legs. She thought back to when Kenzi had given her that bag when she was under anon, figuring she had to have had more downstairs and turned towards the basement, glancing back at her briefly.
Kenzi was having the strangest of dreams. She could hear Lexa talking to her and worried about her dying but she couldn’t do anything about it. She was limp, weakened from the fighting to awaken. Her senses drifted again into a dreamlike state. There she was happily running along the shore. The waves crashing on her feet almost knocking her over. She laughed walking deeper into the ocean. She thought she heard Lexa calling to her from the shore but the water was calling to her. Suddenly her legs were replaced with a fin causing her to slip underwater. Kenzi opened her eyes suddenly with excitement. “I’M A MERMAID!” She exclaimed before she swam deeper into the ocean. She twisted and turned as she figured out how to use her fin. It was an amazing feeling like she was weightless. She dove down to the coral below her. She saw a verity of fish swimming around. “Hello.” She said to a little fish. When he said hello back she talked to him more hoping to make a new friend. He offered to help her get used to the sea which made her happy and excited. After she thanked the little fish they swam around.
Lexa rummaged her way around Kenzi’s basement as she looked for the supply, passing by a multitude of things. She looked around until she saw a large cooler, presumably where it was, unless she had something else in there that she likely wouldn’t want to know about. Opening the cooler, she grabbed multiple of them, wrinkling her nose slightly. She made her way back and, passing by her alcohol stash, grabbed herself a bottle of Jack and one of Skyy from the shelf. Someone had a decent stash, and she didn’t mind one bit. Walking back up the stairs, she peered at Kenzi as she set down the things. She knelt beside her and ran a hand through her hair as she lay there, pressing her fingers beside her neck lightly to make sure she was still there. She looked peaceful, at ease as she slept and a slight twitch of a smile flickered on Lexas face before she opened the hole on one of the packages, the smell filling her nose. She knew Kenzi hated the taste of it, but at this point she didn’t care. She needed it in her system and this way the way to get it without putting a line in her vein, so she could heal first and complain later. Propping Kenzi up on her knees, Lexa tipped her jaw down, parting her lips before pouring it into her mouth, careful not to spill much and giving little quantities at a time so she wouldn’t choke on the liquid.
Kenzi could feel a familiar liquid trickle down her throat. It forced her eyes to flutter open. Once her brain registered what was going on her eyes grew wide with fear. She choked on the liquid pushing it away. “Wh- what-” Kenzi managed to get out. She shook her head trying to remember what happened. She looked down at her legs and it hit her. The fight… she thought. “I- i- I’m- s-s-o, sor-rry.” Kenzi hunched over placing her face in her hands shaking. She wanted to cry but knew her body was too weak for it. It was difficult for her to even look at Lexa. I’m awful, selfish and I don’t deserve her kindness, Kenzi thought to herself. The guilt began to sink in. The more she thought the worse she felt. “You- re- too-” she paused, “good- to- me.” Kenzi whispered.
Watching as Kenzi’s eyes fluttered open, Lexa set the bag aside, waiting. She shifted on her legs slightly as Kenzi seemed to process what had happened, the reality hitting her hard, and she knew it, she felt it through her. She heard Kenzi’s sputtered out apology, but merely arced a brow. She was beating herself up, obviously, but she sighed and started to stand, grasping Kenzis arm firmly, but gently. She helped her up and walked her back to the couch she lay her on before, providing a leverage since her legs was tattered up. Though, they should heal relatively quickly. “You should rest.” She said quietly, helping her down and handing her a water bottle, figuring she’d want some kind of liquid other than what was in that bag. That, and it would wash away the metallic-y taste of it.
Kenzi sighed she knew no matter how hard she tired all Lexa cared about was her getting better. It made Kenzi hate herself even more, she kept screwing up and hurting herself. How much longer was Lexa going to put up with this? A voice in her head spoke. It was one of Kenzi’s greatest fears, to loose her but at the moment she felt useless and unworthy of her kindness. She knew it was going to be a while before she could make it up to Lexa. What made matters worse she knew she was to blame for all of it. Kenzi managed to choke out a “thanks.” Before drinking some of the water. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep again considering her condition.
My sister got me a Thor bobblehead.
This is what I did with it.
since I’m a serious grown adult, I have a reply for you
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I AM CRYING
My Yoda bobble-head has something to say…
it got better
IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER
THIS IS THE BEST OMG.