Meantime, Part 20
Wednesday, November 17th, 2010
20 – Homosapien
Roan went home in a fog, not sure what time it was, and not really caring either. The drugs helped a little, but mostly he just felt bereft.
Dylan was home, and was startled by his clothes, but he assured him the blood was not his. Somehow, that didn’t help.
He knew he should take a shower, get the scent of blood and death off him, but he was just too much of a zombie. He took off his clothes, shoved the bloodier ones in the trash can, and collapsed into bed. Dylan followed him, mainly because he was concerned about him. Was it too early to be concerned about him, or too late?
Dylan held him as Roan admitted how much the lion had come out and how helpless he felt, and Dylan just tried to comfort him, but cuddling him seemed to help the most. It seemed human, and something he should have before he couldn’t have it anymore. The scent of him was warm and soothing.
Roan fell asleep and slept hard, having nightmares of blood and torn flesh that he just couldn’t remember, and only woke up to take a piss. At one point, stumbling back from the bathroom, he found a folded up copy of the newspaper on the nightstand, open to a page showing a mid-sized photo showing Roan sitting on the street with the lion’s head in his lap, the damaged bumper of the SUV looming over them, with people just dimly visible in the background, like spectator ghosts. He hadn’t even realized any press was there, but in retrospect he should have. Of course the press would be attracted to a loose lion running around the city – what else were they going to do on a Wednesday night? He didn’t know how he felt about it, so he just went back to bed. (more…)
