[This has been one of the worst weeks of his life. Top three, easy. Tied right up there with the week of Will's death.
Fern is, unsurprisingly, a total wreck. Between falling into despair, running himself ragged fighting robot bears, having to relive the incident with Jon multiple times, trying to kill Kurt and saying awful things to other people it's amazing he hasn't just melted down into a completely destructive little plant gremlin. Not that he doesn't want to, because he does, but he's exhausted and drained and hasn't been regrowing properly thanks to his injuries and the herbicide. He might have the mindset, but he doesn't have the energy to back it up.
So he's hidden away, mostly. Watching the Fluid as trial after trial plays out, occasionally sneaking out to the junkyard to try and dig up useful parts Arid can use to repair her body. Helping her is the one good act he can muster up while he otherwise wallows in misery and self-loathing.
Another bright spot appears in the form of Varian's text, one full week after his trial. When Fern sees it it's as if the air rushes out of him, a selfish tangled mess of anxiety lifting from his shoulders. Varian is alive. Still trapped in this awful town (hence the selfishness), but alive. He almost breaks down right then and there in his treehouse, though he knows being a total mess isn't going to help his best friend who now has to be suffering from the worst flu known to man.]
oh my Glob where are you? at your house? i'm coming over
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Fern is, unsurprisingly, a total wreck. Between falling into despair, running himself ragged fighting robot bears, having to relive the incident with Jon multiple times, trying to kill Kurt and saying awful things to other people it's amazing he hasn't just melted down into a completely destructive little plant gremlin. Not that he doesn't want to, because he does, but he's exhausted and drained and hasn't been regrowing properly thanks to his injuries and the herbicide. He might have the mindset, but he doesn't have the energy to back it up.
So he's hidden away, mostly. Watching the Fluid as trial after trial plays out, occasionally sneaking out to the junkyard to try and dig up useful parts Arid can use to repair her body. Helping her is the one good act he can muster up while he otherwise wallows in misery and self-loathing.
Another bright spot appears in the form of Varian's text, one full week after his trial. When Fern sees it it's as if the air rushes out of him, a selfish tangled mess of anxiety lifting from his shoulders. Varian is alive. Still trapped in this awful town (hence the selfishness), but alive. He almost breaks down right then and there in his treehouse, though he knows being a total mess isn't going to help his best friend who now has to be suffering from the worst flu known to man.]
oh my Glob
where are you?
at your house?
i'm coming over