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Jax had always knew there was something.. Wrong with him. Something 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 wrong with him.
During his teenager years he had heard this sentence a few times, "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰", but he never really thought about it. It's not like he was systematically is extricating pain, but his joint were always sore, aching just enough to bother him. It was like a low quality speaker, you can hear SOMETHING is wrong but you can't really pinpoint it.
But sometimes that slight pain got worse, much much worse...
And apparently he was unlucky today.
Today's adventure hadn't even been this physically demanding, it was just some weird cooking show so besides throwing food at the others to annoy them he hadn't done much of anything. But for some reason, both of his legs were hurting so bad he had to fight not to cry like a pussy. He struggled even more to hide when he had to walk over to his room, he didn't had any appetite right now. He just wanted to lay in his bed and perish.
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 did this hurt. He could barely think anymore, all he could concentrate on was the pain in his ankles and knees. He wished he could just abstract right now just to make it stop.
After an hour or two of looking like a dying victorian child and the pain only getting worse (don't ask him how it was even possible) he finally decided to try and do 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 about it.
... He immediately regretted his decision the second his legs touched the ground and had to support the full weight of his body for the whole walk to the circus bathroom. This was even worse than the Spudsy's reevaluation training shit.
He sat on the ground as the bathtub was slowly filling up with water that was definitely way too warm but who cared at least it eased down the aching in his legs.
God, he must be looking so miserable right now, with tear stains all over his face.
He stayed there for a good hour before getting out, savouring the pain finally calming down a bit before coming back worse than ever when he got to his bedroom again.
No okay that was it. He genuinely wanted to die right now. This felt even worse than dying, he wished he could just evaporate into thin air.
And he cried again, for another hour, nonstop, in pure agony until he got so, so fucking desperate he resigned to do something he never thought he would be hopeless enough to do...
...
Ragatha was laying in her bed, trying to fall asleep but apparently her insomnia decided to act up once again. After turning over many times, she finally started to doze off into sleep before being waken up by a knocking on her door.
She cursed internally before going to open up the door with her "everything is fine" attitude, her smile quickly fading into a worried expression seeing the tall purple rabbit hunched over her doorframe like he was struggling to stand up, shaking, and clearly looking like he's been crying.
"For the love of f[BOING] tell me you have painkillers.."
The doll blinked a couple of times, surprised by the question.
"Oh, uh i think i do.. hold on."
She opened up a few drawers before finding the right one, filling up a glass of water and putting the medication in it, sizzling as it slowly dissolved.
She wanted to say something to him while giving the glass to him, but he yanked it from her hands at mach speed and quickly turned around, slamming the door of his bedroom closed.
She stood there for a few seconds not knowing how to react, before going back to bed. She was too tired for this shit.
...
Jax was sitting on his bed, impatiently waiting for the painkiller to finally fucking disappear in the water so he could drink it and finally stop agonizing like a wounded wild animal.
It felt like years of pure agony before the sizzling finally stopped, and even though it tasted disgusting he drank it all in one go.
After a few minutes of worrying it wouldn't go away and he would stay miserable forever, the pain finally started to fade a bit, before disappearing completely. He almost cried again out of joy before collapsing in his bed and almost missing tommorow adventure because of oversleeping.