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imareporter[Edward Brock has accepted his life will never be normal again.
No really. It just seemed like the right thing to do, to keep Venom safe. Let him stay, let him borrow his body, hell, let him be a superhero. Despite everything they've done, the cross country moves, the occasional living off the grid. He could have taken all of that.
Then he started getting sick in the mornings, feeling dazed, dizzy, tired. He got loogey - sick - put on weight - snapping at everyone including Anne when she tried to call and ask if he was okay. Plus a sense of...anticipation.
He'd chocked it up to some kind of head-cold, some sort of virus, and not bothered V with it, assuming that he'd be better whenever the symbiote got it's act together...
But Venom was acting weird too and, pacing through San Quentin, Eddie stopped, excused himself, and puked in the toilet before sitting back on it, wiping his mouth and glaring.]
V. What's happening to us? And can it not happen here?
No really. It just seemed like the right thing to do, to keep Venom safe. Let him stay, let him borrow his body, hell, let him be a superhero. Despite everything they've done, the cross country moves, the occasional living off the grid. He could have taken all of that.
Then he started getting sick in the mornings, feeling dazed, dizzy, tired. He got loogey - sick - put on weight - snapping at everyone including Anne when she tried to call and ask if he was okay. Plus a sense of...anticipation.
He'd chocked it up to some kind of head-cold, some sort of virus, and not bothered V with it, assuming that he'd be better whenever the symbiote got it's act together...
But Venom was acting weird too and, pacing through San Quentin, Eddie stopped, excused himself, and puked in the toilet before sitting back on it, wiping his mouth and glaring.]
V. What's happening to us? And can it not happen here?
