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Clouded Thoughts: Epilogue

Hello readers! You know what this is. ANGST!!!! So let's goooooo!

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Doc's POV

I was in my room, feeling a bit glum. I was resting my head on my arms, sitting at my desk. I sighed. I still felt guilty about the fight. I didn't remember doing any of the things I did, but it was still me. I winced as a picture of Grian's broken wing in a cast flashed through my head. I went over to the bed and sat down, thinking of all the awful things...X said it wasn't my fault, I wasn't controling myself, I wasn't me, but I knew the truth. I did those horrible things. My hands. Not someone else's. I buried my head in my hands, shoulders shaking. I sobbed. My hands wouldn't come away wet; I could not physically cry. I didn't have tear glands. But I could go through the motions. I was so deep into my little fit that I didn't notice Grian coming into my room. The little hermit sat next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "It'll be okay, Doc." He whispered, letting me "cry" and let it out.

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I...Have no idea what that was, but it was nice. Hope you liked that short little peice of Doc angst! Bye for now!

~Chat, signing off~