[ The edges of reality are so hazy. The peripheral of her vision are dark with oxygen deprivation. Her mind doesn't know how to reconcile the coarse, cavernous grave swallowing her up and drawing her down to hell and the sudden shock of cold when Max tears the blankets from her.
Relief floods her, filling her lungs with precious air, catapulting her to the other side of a delirious high. The spaces fill in, strong reliable hands that pulled her from death. Twice now, near cradling her again. He's at her side, he's in her bed. Max is the moon and stars, gone sometimes but always returns to guide her home.
Again, his name. This time, full and heavy instead of empty and desperate. ]
Max.
[ Her limbs still feel heavy, her heart desperately pumping to circulate fresh blood to the rest of her body. She swings her right arm at him, clumsy and vaguely club-like. She might even accidentally hit him, but it's loose. She gains enough dexterity, total numbness giving way to pins and needles as her palm curves around the back of his neck. She squeezes firmly, drawing him forward. The flex of her hand and the deep, gasping breaths are a tempo, a rhythm of her life returning.
But there's fear still lingering, that if she lets him go again he won't return and she won't survive it. Her eyes slide closed as she pulls him forward, the gentle bump of foreheads together. ]
i'm on my extended medical leave to treat my terminal not shutting up disease
Relief floods her, filling her lungs with precious air, catapulting her to the other side of a delirious high. The spaces fill in, strong reliable hands that pulled her from death. Twice now, near cradling her again. He's at her side, he's in her bed. Max is the moon and stars, gone sometimes but always returns to guide her home.
Again, his name. This time, full and heavy instead of empty and desperate. ]
Max.
[ Her limbs still feel heavy, her heart desperately pumping to circulate fresh blood to the rest of her body. She swings her right arm at him, clumsy and vaguely club-like. She might even accidentally hit him, but it's loose. She gains enough dexterity, total numbness giving way to pins and needles as her palm curves around the back of his neck. She squeezes firmly, drawing him forward. The flex of her hand and the deep, gasping breaths are a tempo, a rhythm of her life returning.
But there's fear still lingering, that if she lets him go again he won't return and she won't survive it. Her eyes slide closed as she pulls him forward, the gentle bump of foreheads together. ]
Stay.