#aaaaaaand another dose!

[badolmen]

Good news: nightmare meds stopped a dream about cops.

Bad news: nightmare meds did not stop a dream about my friends being trapped with and mauled by lions after I alone escaped and had to sit watching for literal days as emergency services individually rescued and treated my bleeding friends

[zim-bone-me]

Nurseydex + 3am confessions?

This got so fucking long but here I am projecting my own 3am anxiety attacks on my sweet beautiful boy Derek Malik Nurse for your enjoyment.

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It’s Nursey’s first night as a Haus resident and he is painfully aware of how late it is. Dex’s alarm clock sits on the bedside table next to Nursey’s head and reads 2:43am. He has never felt more awake. 

Bits and pieces of unwritten poetry rush through his head too quick for them to stick, a replay of his goodbyes with his moms is on repeat, but his most prominent thought is that no matter how hard he tries he can’t remember if he took his meds before laying down for his laughable attempt at sleep. He tries visualizing everything he did before going to bed - had pie with the other Haus resident, showered, brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, wrote a new entry in his journal, crawled into bed - but it doesn’t work. Nursey’s memory has checked out for the night while the rest of his body is on high alert. 

Then there’s the hot-headed ginger a few feet above him who he is deathly afraid of waking up. He and Dex have become friends - good friends, even - since they first met. Nursey really didn’t want to ruin the progress they’ve made. The irrational part of his brain is convinced that if he moves too much in his effort to sleep then Dex will start hating him again. Dex will wake up, yell at Nursey, and snap the olive branch they’ve extended towards each other in half. 

And maybe there’s a part of him - a really tiny part - that’s terrified of not being able to see if their friendship evolve into something a little less platonic and a little more romantic because of him screwing it all up. 

Nursey’s anxiety about possibly missing a dosage combined with his anxiety about Dex is now leading to a sleepless night. Every time he moves his anxiety spikes and he can feel his heart jump out of his chest. Then his thoughts go right back to his goddamn medication and his dumb memory. The cycle is endless and awful.

Nursey rolls onto his back as slowly as possible. Which ends up being a terrible decision because he becomes even more uncomfortable. He suppresses the urge to roll over again in fear of waking his roommate up. He stares up at the top bunk and picks at his bottom lip, waiting for an appropriate amount of time to pass before he lets himself shift again. 

His entire body freezes when he hears a quiet and incomprehensible mumble come from above him. He stops breathing and wraps his fingers tight around his blanket. A few moments of terrifying silence pass and Nursey lets himself relax slightly. 

“Nursey?” whispers a groggy Dex.

He’s back on high alert. Nursey’s breath hitches and his knuckles turn white from their grip on his blanket. Dex rolls over and the entire bed moves with him. 

“Nursey?” he repeats, louder this time, “are you awake?”

Nursey’s mouth feels too dry for words. He clears his throat and responds with a curt “Yes.”

There’s a pause and Nursey’s heart is beating so fast and hard that he’s scared it’s going to tire itself out. 

“Sorry I woke you up,” Nursey says, quick to apologize and take back anything that could make Dex want to move out, “I’m probably moving too much and making noise I’ll lay-” 

“You didn’t wake me up. I never sleep well on the first night.” 

Nursey has never experienced such intense instant relief. His entire body went from panic mode to chilling in a hammock on a lazy afternoon in the time it took for Dex to say 13 words. 

“Good. I mean - not good. That you can’t sleep. That’s not good. I’m just glad it’s not me or -”

Nursey cuts off his rambling as the bunk bed moves around due to Dex shifting again. This time, Dex’s upside down head appears over the edge of the top bunk. He has the softest smile on his face. It kickstarts Nursey’s anxious heart again - this time for a completely different reason. All of his energy goes into schooling his own face to be as nonchalant as possible. 

“Why’re you up?”

Nursey huffs out a laugh that sounds the opposite of happy and sits up in his bed. “Thinking too much.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“My thoughts might cost you a bit more than a penny. I’ll take a penny for yours, though.” 

He watches with amusement as Dex’s already-red face gets redder. Nursey fails to block all thoughts of how endearing it is out of his head. 

“No, definitely not,” Dex grumbles as he rolls fully onto his bed. 

“Screw the penny, then. You can tell me for free.” 

“No, I’m going to sleep.” The bed shifts once more and Nursey can picture him rolling onto his side and shutting his eyes like the stubborn man he is. 

Nursey opens his mouth to annoy the, obviously very entertaining, information out of Dex and then promptly shuts it again. He is not going to start off the year by annoying Dex into hating him. 

As they slip back into silence, Nursey’s anxieties return. He pushes Dex out of his mind and tries to concentrate on remembering if he took his meds. Missing one dose isn’t the worst thing that could happen. In fact it would probably barely effect him, but he can’t help but worry about forgetting to take it tomorrow night, and then the night after, and then the next night, and then suddenly he’s missed a full week of medication and his mood is swinging all over the place and he’ll start forgetting even more things until all he can do is lay in bed and stare at the bed above him as his brain fucks him over. 

Nursey easily falls down the manic ‘what if’ rabbit hole and can feel the start of another panic attack coming along. The man lying above him is the only person who was with him all day and the only person who would know if he took his meds. He really doesn’t want to bother Dex - correction he’s terrified of bothering Dex, but in this moment he’s deciding his mental health is more important. 

“I don’t remember if I took my meds tonight,” Nursey blurts out, fast and out of breath.

Dex shows no sign of hesitation or annoyance when he says, “you did. Right before you started writing in your diary-book-thing.” 

Nursey lets out the breath he all too aware of holding in. “Oh, okay great. Thank you.” 

“I know that you hate missing a dose so I kind of like to make sure that I notice when you take it.” 

No one, outside of his moms, has ever payed that much attention to him. Nursey had no idea how to respond in a way that sounded like he wasn’t flipping his entire shit over Dex noticing this stuff and it not freaking him out. In his personal experience, most people didn’t react to his mess of a head with compassion and definitely didn’t try to make it easier on him. 

That really tiny part of him that hoped for more is starting to get bigger. 

“Not that I am always watching you or being some kind of weird creepy stalker I just know it makes you anxious I’ve seen it happen,” Dex rambles quickly, “like that time we were in the hotel and you were scared and I couldn’t remember and you couldn’t remember and I didn’t want that to happen to you again.” 

“That - “ Nursey cuts himself off when his voice cracks. He clears his throat and starts again, “that means a lot to me, man. Thank you.” 

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is to me.” 

A heavy silence falls over the two men. Nursey looks over at the alarm clock again. It reads 3:04am. 

“Nurse… listen I…” Dex pauses and the entire bed jostles as he sits up, “…I know we haven’t been each other’s biggest fans but… I don’t know I guess I want you to know that I’ve got your back. No matter what.” 

“Even when I’m pissing you off?” Nursey asks quietly, hating how very not chill he sounds. 

“You don’t - I mean you do - did. You did. Now it’s less of an anger response and more of a… fond exasperation, you know?”

No matter how hard Nursey tries, he can’t fight the shit-eating grin that spreads across his face. “Fond exasperation… I like that.” 

“And plus, I piss you off too. A lot. Though you’re way better at being chill about it than I am.” 

Nursey let out a laugh that was way too loud for 3am. “You’re not wrong there.”

 “I’m trying to not do that, though. I want this to work.” 

“This?”

“You know, this. Us. As roommates, teammates, friends… and whatever else we end up being.”

Nursey can’t help the small twinge of hope that blossomed in his gut - a much more welcome spike of emotions centered in his torso. “I want this to work too,” he confessed softly into the darkness of the room. 

Dex doesn’t respond, but Nursey can hear him laying back down in his bed. He hopes Dex is smiling just as wide as he is. He wishes he could see it. 

“So… Dex. Dexy, my good pal, my roommate, my whatever else we end up being. Are you gonna take that wonderful deal of not paying me to share what you were thinking about?”

“I can’t I’m sleeping.” Dex lets out a very loud, very fake snore. 

“C’mooooon. Dexyyyyy. Pleeeease.” 

“…Okay fine. But you can’t tell anyon-”

“Deal. No one will know. C’mon tell me.”

“I was remembering a really embarrassing memory of when I was 7 and playing my first hockey game…”

“Aaaaaaand?”

“…I ended up being so nervous that I pissed my pants.” 

There was a two second silence until everyone in the Haus was woken up by Nursey’s loud, uncontrollable giggles. 

[null-anything-blog]

flight of the terrordactyl pt 7: it was all a dream afterall

Dr. Wu lifts up a fluorescent vial. It contains an LSD analogue; Dr. Wu has made several adjustments to the chemical formula. 

He sits down and doses up.

HE IS IMMEDIATELY RIPPED FROM HIS BODY IN A DMT-ESQUE COME-UP.

A mixture of all of the Beatles remixes from Across the Universe and the intro scene from Enter the Void terrorize him into another dimension.

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ALL SEEING EYE: Aaaaaaand we’re about to start the baseball of the century here, folks.

The dog from duck-hunt flying in the Bowser-helicopter from Super Mario World flies overhead, announcing the sport that is about to begin.

A giant 7 stands in the middle of the outfield (which is where the angels are.)

On one team, mutant dinosaurs take to the court. Lebron dunks a baketball on home plate; everyone is excited. The other team is the entire cast from 30 Rock.

Winston Churchill, pants off and dick out, pitches the first of many baseballs.

ALL SEEING EYE/DUCK HUNT DOG: AND WE’RE OFF TO THE RACES.

Dr. Wu looks up to see the blaring sun is the angry sun from Super Mario Bros 3.; they are in a desert.

Dr. Wu looks back just in time to see a baseball explode as it hits the bat.

ALL SEEING EYE: LOOK AT JACK DONAGHY GO. THAT IS 5 BASEBALLS RIGHT THERE.

A score board at the end of the field lights up.

5 BASEBALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COUNT THEM: 5555555555555555555555555555

Suddenly, it’s dark out. The angry sun is replaced by one of those disturbing old timey moons with the HD realistic faces. Dr. Wu looks back to see that everyone has glow in the dark dicks tattooed over them.

Winston Churchill takes a shit on the losing team and slaps a bitch with his dick.

-*-*-*

Suddenly, Dr. Wu is all alone in space. He looks around him, and in the distance watches as Dr. Lewis Dodson (receipt from selling company secrets in hand) is raped by fluorescent dolphins. One of the dolphins blows his head off as he ejaculates.

DID YOU KNOW meme floats in the distance: In order to copulate under water, dolphins actually ejaculate at a higher pressure than humans. 

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Dr. Wu is back in the genetics labs. He looks over to see a mirror. He sees Ian Malcomb reflected in it. Ian looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian who looks at Dr. Wu who looks at Ian.

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As the recursion ends, Dr. Wu finds himself in Ian Malcom’s math classroom, where Ian Malcom teaches advanced math to aspiring dinosaur/human scientists. Several topological structures are expertly defined.

Dr. Wu: What happened?

Ian: About 9 hours ago, you ran in here and shouted “I NEED DIFFERENTIAL TOPOLOGY.” I was into it. You kept going wild every time I did anything.

-slight silence as Dr. Wu adjusts to reality-

Ian: I want whatever it is you were on; seems like it was some good shit.

Dr. Wu, integrating his trip: I don’t think I know how to play baseball.