That's Not Me [Post-AT]

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Yogu's mind was a fractured mess of disparate little puzzle pieces that no longer fit together. He was about as close as you could get to brain-dead while still being called 'alive' for weeks following the undead chaos that nearly destroyed his home city. Then, one day, he suddenly sat up in his hospital bed and opened his eyes. Just like that, he was back. And by the kais, did he not want to be.

He awakens with a gasp, and the memory of the last time he was conscious floods back in to him. He had killed people. A lot of people. He tried to kill a lot of his friends. All, like, two or three of them. And a weird bug guy, too. Yogu tries to sob, but the burning pain in his chest stops him, leaving him to do nothing but breathlessly shake and gasp for air. He tries to bring his right hand to his temple but is stopped by a handcuff. Who the hell cuffed him to the bed? He weakly laughs at that, utterly exasperated. Why would that stop him? The boy deflates into his bed, looking out the window by him. Judging by the utter destruction slowly being repaired outside, he guessed he was still in Central City. The realization that the destruction out there was at least in part caused by him washes over Yogu again. He looks down at the Lichtenberg figure-shaped scars on his arms, tracing them to the center of his chest. He could feel the gnarled spiral-shaped scar tissue through his medical gown.

The door to his room clicks open, and Yogu's pointed ears twitch. His attention now turns to the nurse standing in the doorway. The last thing they were expecting was for Yogu to be sitting up, wide awake. There's a tense moment when they stare wide-eyed at each other, both like cornered animals. Then she sprints out of the room. That couldn't be good. Panic floods Yogu's mind, "Wasn't me... It wasn't me..." He gently tugs against the cuffs, and the chain snaps.

Yogu drags himself out of bed. As he does this the IV stand by his bed gets yanked to the floor. He becomes aware of the needle in his arm. He yanks it out, "How'd they get that past my skin...?" He puts all his weight on his legs fearlessly as he hops out of the bed. This was a mistake. He tumbles to the floor, now face-first on the hospital floor. "You've gotta be... Kiddin' me... WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PANTS?!" He screams at no one. Yogu drags himself to the couch in the corner of his room and sits on it. There was nothing to do but wait for doctors or the police or whoever the hell that nurse ran to get.

Yogu chuckles to himself, "Could be worse, I guess. Not chained up in a warehouse gettin' beat to death, so..." The boy was right; the fallout of this for him personally wasn't as bad as Battle Island. Yet.

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