We are all suffering from obsessive thoughts and wild emotional swings. One moment there is sadness, the next great celebrations. I have found myself aware of every twinge and ache. Headaches come and go, never quite staying long enough to deal with but there all the same.
Zoolo has lost it completely. Has has started knitting. With pink wool. Checkov and Sulu have set up a small nursery in the cave we call home and take turns bathing one another.
And poor Bones. Whilst he seems unaffected by the madness and bravely tries to inject the life saving serum into our buts every day we cry and fight back. He is constantly under attack from one of us, demanding information and answers. All the anger of the group is focused on Bones, he seems to represent the cause of all our misery. He is afraid to sleep or eat for fear of retribution.
When. will. this. nightmare. end.