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Jason stumbled through his front door. Ripping off the remnants of the helmet that were still clinging to his skull. The shattered remains falling helplessly to the floor as he stumbled towards the bathroom. He just needed to puke, and take some ibuprofen.
Just needed to sleep it off.
Just…
Jason tripped over thin air, clashing forward into his bathroom door. Unable to get his hand out under him as he clashed onto the tile. The padding of his Red Hood armor protecting his but still rattling the numerous head injuries as he hit the ground.
He groaned, keeping his eyes screwed shut as he tried to keep his dinner in his stomach.
He counted to 60, waiting for the nausea to ebb.
Then counted to 60 again for good measure.
He planted his hands on the floor, pushing himself up onto all fours. Breathed through his mouth as he finally opened his eyes once more.
He slowly transferred his weight backwards, onto his knees. Then one knee, then stood.
He flicked on the light, wincing as the LEDs burned his retinas and sent another lightning bolt of pain through his skull.
He opened the medicine cabinet, shaking out a handful of ibuprofen before tossing it in his mouth. He turned on the faucet, cupping his hand for water to help wash them down. He giggled to himself through his nose. You can’t kill yourself with ibuprofen, your stomachs not big enough to hit the LD50.
He was probably going to get one hell of an ulcer though.
He downed the pills. He didn’t want to shower. Didn’t want to move. Just wanted to pass out so he didn’t have to feel his heart pounding in his skull anymore.
He shut off the light, leaving the bathroom.
He kept his eyes closed, easing some of the pain as he slowly tretched forwards.
He put his hand out, feeling the wall as he neared his bedroom. Pushing the door inward, he walked diagonally into the room towards his closet.
He kept his hands out in front of him, eyes closed. Like he was blind as a bat.
He giggled at his silent joke as his hands touched the knobs of his closet doors.
He knelt down, opening his biometric chest. He stood up straight too quickly, causing the world to spin from beyond his closed eyes. He pinwheeled his arms, trying to keep his balance.
He paused, breathing slowly through his mouth to gain control once more.
He counted to 60.
He tested it, turning his head left, then right, then returning it to neutral.
Good enough.
He began to undo the armour. Carelessly tossing it into the chest for him to clean and deal with later.
He stripped down to his underarmour. Reaching down to close the lid and hearing the lock slide closed before he finally turned his back to it.
He closed the closet doors behind him, backing up as he did so to momentarily lean against the doors.
He just had to make it to the bed now.
No biggie.
He walked forward slowly, trying to remember where the edge of his bed was.
It should be…
His shin hit the metal frame.
He winced as the unexpected pain flared up and down his leg.
Found it.
He would deal with it in the morning.
For now…
Sleepy time.