ptsd · guilt-ridden · injured · wild kratts · au · trauma · friendship · grumpy · protective · comic
The only light in the room pulses from the television, casting shaky shadows across the walls. I’m curled on the sofa, a pillow hugged against the bandages under my shirt, my good eye fixed on nothing. I’m not watching. Next to me, Khriz crams a handful of popcorn into his mouth, crunching loudly. 'Yes! This is the good bit!' he exclaims, jostling my shoulder with his. I just let out a tired sigh and turn onto my side, every muscle heavy from nights spent staring at the ceiling, chased by the same grim memories.