*Rewrite/New Version* Healing What Has Been Broken

LOST Monsters - Part 1

Ḷ̴̡̦̝͓̫̙̝͚̪̘̯͑́̎͌͆͆͂͝ī̵͙̳̹͍͐͗̎͆̀k̵͍̮̩̰̦̝̎̊̇͒́̍̐̾̌̌e̵̡̞̖̗͚̪̣͖͖̹͎̙͚͛͌̈͒͆͌̈́̂̇̕͜͠ ̸̨͍͇̭̲̫͚̬̇͒̔͊̌̄̏̈́̎́͛̉a̸͚̪̲̿̓͋̌̐̄͐̈̓̚̕͝ ̵̙̈́̒̔̃h̸̗̬̰̔̾̈́̄͜ú̶̧̡̳̝͓̗̗̦̫̖̹͈͓̱̐͝ḡ̶̪̉̈́̊̏̍͝.̸̨̛̯͕̻̠͉̯̮̬̔̈́̑́̀͐͝

"𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶."

Arms around him.

Warm.

So warm.

Bones back together.

Mind a mess.

W̵̧̧̝͉̻͌̄̇͗̾̊͑͂͊̑̆͠ͅh̴̠͕͎͙̫̣͎̣̠̟̝̥̹̮̅͆̆͗͐͊͊͒͝a̸̙̙͓͍͔̻̯͍̰̱̽̽̈́̍́̎̔̑́͐̇͠ͅṱ̴̙̹̙̪̀̋́ ̶̢̧̺̮̮̺̺͎̱̳͍̬̊̍͊͛̂͘͝ị̴̹̣͑̉͋̈̕s̶̛̠̫̾̈́̈́͗͛̅͋̄̚ ̷̨̧̮̦̺̟̜̣̞̌͊̓́̔̋͘̚h̸͔̰͇̺͎̓̈̀͐̄̏͂̍͑̎̊̕͝â̸͙̱͙̍̌̒p̸̡̛̫͙̼͖̱͈̙̭͛̈́͋̍̀͊̚̚͠͠ͅp̸̢̗̗̼̲̮̹͙̬͖̿͑͛̑͑̉̈͋́̊͠e̴͓̫̣̘̻͗̋͆̓͊̑̽̍͆͌̐͜n̵̡̗͛͛̑͛͊̃͌́̀͐̈́͘͝͠i̴̡̱͖͔̮̥̩̙̦͎͐n̴̟̩̲͓̪̳̹̈́́́́̅̀̉͛͗̍ͅg̸̭͇̜̖͔̦̰̞̗̭͊̓͝?̵̢͉͙̦͈͈͊̉̽͝ͅ

No longer scattered across time and space.

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔪, 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲?"

"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑."

Never before has he felt so safe and comfortable.

Bones no longer hurt.

Pain is gone.

T̵̨̳̺͕̙̘̯̩̈́̏̆͛͐͋̀͜h̸͕͙̩̫̬̦̜̉͌͂͒̆͗͑͋̑̾̈́͗̕͜e̸̢̡̪̻͓̪͕͍̩̎̽̿̍̍̚ ̴̦̦͍̲̰̦̳͚̳̬̼͕̙͔͎̉̍̄̿͒́̋̈́̆̈́̈́̏̚̕͠p̵̞͓͍͎̂̓̆̂̉̊̊̆͋̕̚a̵̝͔͈̤̗̬͆ĭ̸̧̟͙͓̻͈̼̟̖̤̣̻̗̝ň̷̢̠̑̎͆̈́̅͜ ̸̼̼̜͂͊̓̾̓͂̃̀̓͑͝h̸̳̭̖̽͊a̷̡̢͈̞̟͗͂̎̋̈́̓͌̉͐͑̕͘͠ș̶̨̝̱̻͙̆̇͛͊́͌̅̾̾͌͘ ̷̟͙̲͔͑̅̅͗̀͗̑̔͜͜s̷̡̡̢̹̠̺͇̻̜̙̰̥̫̈́̈̈́̏̉͗̀͘͝ṭ̷̡̤͎̲̼̖͉̬̺́̃̂̔̓̋̂̎͘̕̚̚o̸̢̲̩̭͖̜̦̤̲̝̣̤͈̿̿̐͒̏͗́̚͝͝p̵̡̛͇͉̱̳̋̓́̀͒͊̂̉̉p̵̘̮̣̫͉̮̲͓̩̓͆͊͑ĕ̶̫d̴̡̞̥͉̘͚̞̅.̶̢̛͇͚̊̑͊͂͂͛̈́̈̚ͅ

Ẅ̸̨̻̗͍̰̫̟̺́̔̓͛̒̊̓͌̓̈́̋h̶̢̧̧̖̺̻̪̯͉̣̜̪̞͗̓̉̂̔͝e̵̼͉̊̔̂͌͊͊͜͝r̶̢̹͍̟̪͚̲̰̙̭̐e̶̜̯̔͗̇͐̋͊̃́̕̕͘ ̷̧̼̦̤͙̯̽͛h̶̘̫͍͕̬̓̊̊̌̈́̏̂̽͊̇̈́ą̸͖̥̯̺̟͇̦̬̀̏̑̀̊s̸̡̻͙͆͛̑̚͜ ̷͈̫̠̦̘̰̲̖̙̹͌̃̅͆́̃̚ͅȉ̸̤̟̖̯͍̞̹̇̊̅́̎͌̑̕t̵̢̖̪̝̫̥̖̜̂̋́̊̀̿̿̚͘ ̸͙̻͍͕̀̈́̍̍̾͘͝g̸̖̼̔̓̆̏́͘͝ơ̷̢̍̊̽̀̇̐n̴̨̞̠͚̦̖͈̈́̄̒̎ę̴͈͓̫̩̙̘̳̬̱̟̼̈́̾̇́̆̄͝?̵̮̯̜̙̠̮̭͗̇̎̆̚͜

"𝕹𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒."

Soft hands let go of him.

He wants to cry.

Another pair of hands grab him.

Soft, yet rougher.

So much love.

So much Ḽ̵̓̓Ò̵͉̪̹̦̰̠͙͍̞͇̮͌̑͐V̶̢̦̜̪̺͔̺̳͆̆̃̔͐E̵̮͚͌̾̔̀̓̕͠.̴̧͇̥̈́͗̾͋̍̽͌̎͝͝.