Tsubomi Kido ([personal profile] reveilation) wrote 2019-09-13 08:51 pm (UTC)

[ Kido hands the bag over when Terry holds out his hand, because holding your hand out like that means "give"... But also because her left arm's in a cast, so she only has the right one free, and between holding the bag and holding Terry's hand, she has to free it up so she can curl her fingers around his, a loose grip but one that won't slip away.

No complaints about going home here, because no matter how much she sleeps in a hospital, there is no rest. Hospitals are just... bad memories, the blank white walls and the beeping and waking up in the middle of the night and imagining the nurse coming in to bother her mother again, frustrated and angry because maybe she would've gotten better if the nurse had left her alone and let her rest, maybe she wouldn't have died. But instead, it's Kido's own arm being poked, blood drawn, fluids replaced, the constant beeping driving her nuts because she can't tune that out like she can music. There's really no rest in a hospital. Even if she'd done nothing but sleep, had Terry there with her and she hoped he would be lying down and asleep whenever he could too, there's no rest.

She just wants to lie on the ground with ten cats piled on top of her and be like that forever. That'll work. ]

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