Obviously this is a foot problem.
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mitochondriaayaShe peered into the room, nose at the edge of the door as she looked the bed over. Dilan had been sick all week and now, now he wasn't moving. Everyone had told her he'd do this, that he got really sick in the winter and that meant he went into a coma for a few days.
Like it was normal somehow, comas.
She knew what a coma was. It was that time when the people you loved fell asleep, and while they were asleep the machines stopped beeping and the doctor came to touch her gently and tell her that the rest of her family didn't make it. To tell her she was lucky because that meant that she could have a transplant from her sister and her eye socket would be okay. She wouldn't be blind in one eye.
Comas meant that doctors could cut you up and you never left the hospital.
But Dilan wasn't in the hospital and she wasn't exactly sure how to take that. He had an IV hooked up, but no beepy machines and he was still breathing. She could see that from here. He was breathing and that was a good thing. It meant he wasn't dead.
She didn't want Dilan to die.
Weirdly enough that made the boys room a very scary place and that was why she was standing at the threshold, watching. When her sister had slipped into a coma they'd put up a curtain between their beds; at least she could see him. She had no idea how long she stood there just waiting for each breath before Yinsi touched her shoulder. He probably expected her to jump, and she did, but the scream? Yeah, she hadn't expected that at all.
It didn't wake Dilan up. It did wake up Braig though, making the boy sit up from his slump beside the bed and peer balefully toward the door. Not that she saw it, she was too busy running, the surge of adrenaline pushing her in a screaming dash down the hall to her own room.
It was Yinsi that pulled her out from under the bed and held her as she babbled something, she couldn't remember, later, what she said but he listened and that was a good thing because it let her wear herself out and he was probably the one who tucked her in. and she knew he was the one who sat by her bed when she managed to wiggle herself off the edge, because when she woke up he'd caught her and was trying to get the blanket untangled.
She'd been too weak, in the hospital, to roll out of bed. That was different at least. And when he set her down she was peeling off down the hall to peer through the boys door again. Dilan was still breathing.
Good.
It was weird. She could see Braig sitting the chair by the bed, reading a book, but she couldn't really look at him, her eyes stayed on Dilan. And this time, this time she managed to step into the room. A few steps before her feet froze to the floor. What if going all the way in meant something went wrong?
And...yeah, she was running again. Stupid feet.
She didn't have a good answer, and she was afraid and it was stupid.
Elcy fed her a sandwich this time around, and made her go out into the garden to weed a bit.
And then she had to stop weeding when Elcy noticed she pulled up everything under the windows.
She didn't like being afraid.
It made her angry, because Dilan was in a coma and she couldn't fix it. So what was she suppose to do?!
Braig had a good idea, he was in there, reading, and keeping watch. She could do something like that, right? Maybe.
If her feet let her.
Stupid feet.
How, exactly, did someone fix their feet?
Yinsi found her again, standing in the hall and staring at her toes. She...didn't really have any ideas. Screwdrivers weren't for feet after all, and she didn't think tape would help at all. This time when Yinsi touched her shoulder she didn't jump, she just blinked. "My feet are broken."
"They look like feet to me dear," Yinsi pointed out, kneeling down so he could poke one of her bare, grubby little toes.
"Hey!" she twitched her foot away from the poking, then dug her big toe into the carpet behind her. "They won't listen to me. I need something to fix that."
"Like what?"
Yeah, that was the problem wasn't it? "I don't know. Something...maybe glitter? Would that help?" Sparkles were distracting right? Maybe they wouldn't notice she was walking into the boys room if they were sparkly?
"And glue?" Yinsi chuckled softly. "I think we have that. Anything else you'll need?"
"My Moogle. And some books. A lot of books."
"Alright, stay right here," Yinsi ruffled her hair gently and headed down the hall.
And...she could do staying. She started leaning at some point, trying to peer through the doorway again even though it was waaaaaay down the hall, but her feet didn't budge an inch. Not until Yinsi got back with a bowl and glitter.
Glue felt really weird on her feet but not in a bad way, but in a cold muddy kind of way! "Am I gonna get stuck to the bowl?" she asked, peering down at her toes as she wiggled them in the Elmer's puddle she was now standing in.
"Now, I'll hold you until your feet dry and then you'll be fine!"
Glitter, unlike glue, didn't feel like mud at all. It felt kind of like snow, and sounded a bit like emptying the pencil sharpeners at school. And then her feet were covered in sparkly rainbows part way up her shins. Apparently Yinsi had found ALL the glitter in the house. That was kind of awesome. "Think this will work?"
In answer Yinsi scooped her up and dangled her upside down, letting glitter rain over the hall as she kicked her feet to air them. "Do you?"
"My feet feel weird!" she laughed. Hopefully weird enough right? Maybe. She could feel her head turning red from dangling upside down!
"Should I dip your hair in the bowl too?" Yinsi laughed, poking her nose. "You'll match then, top and bottom!"
She honestly thought about it for a minute but, well, "No! That's silly! I only need to fix my feet!"
"You sure?"
"I'm sure! I'm sure! Put me dowwwwwwwwn!"
Yinsi poked her foot, checking to see if it was dry, then draped her over his shoulder instead, "Nope, not yet. Let's go get your moogle and stick some books in a bag okay? Then your feet should be dry alright?"
"Okay!"
The next time she stood in the boys doorway she was prepared. She had a backpack on and her moogle in her arms, and her feet were all kinds of distracted!
And Dilan wasn't dead.
Glitter got her to the edge of the bed, but then she froze again, shivering as Yinsi followed behind her quietly. She had to touch Dilan just...to make sure. Once she poked his hand Braig gave up and reached out to grab her arm. "C'mon, monkey, sit here."
Hopefully neither of the boys minded that she was going to end up reading half her books out loud...and her feet were all used up for now. Yeah, they were done. She wasn't leaving the room again for nothing. Not for a while.
That was alright though. She was in, that was what mattered!
Like it was normal somehow, comas.
She knew what a coma was. It was that time when the people you loved fell asleep, and while they were asleep the machines stopped beeping and the doctor came to touch her gently and tell her that the rest of her family didn't make it. To tell her she was lucky because that meant that she could have a transplant from her sister and her eye socket would be okay. She wouldn't be blind in one eye.
Comas meant that doctors could cut you up and you never left the hospital.
But Dilan wasn't in the hospital and she wasn't exactly sure how to take that. He had an IV hooked up, but no beepy machines and he was still breathing. She could see that from here. He was breathing and that was a good thing. It meant he wasn't dead.
She didn't want Dilan to die.
Weirdly enough that made the boys room a very scary place and that was why she was standing at the threshold, watching. When her sister had slipped into a coma they'd put up a curtain between their beds; at least she could see him. She had no idea how long she stood there just waiting for each breath before Yinsi touched her shoulder. He probably expected her to jump, and she did, but the scream? Yeah, she hadn't expected that at all.
It didn't wake Dilan up. It did wake up Braig though, making the boy sit up from his slump beside the bed and peer balefully toward the door. Not that she saw it, she was too busy running, the surge of adrenaline pushing her in a screaming dash down the hall to her own room.
It was Yinsi that pulled her out from under the bed and held her as she babbled something, she couldn't remember, later, what she said but he listened and that was a good thing because it let her wear herself out and he was probably the one who tucked her in. and she knew he was the one who sat by her bed when she managed to wiggle herself off the edge, because when she woke up he'd caught her and was trying to get the blanket untangled.
She'd been too weak, in the hospital, to roll out of bed. That was different at least. And when he set her down she was peeling off down the hall to peer through the boys door again. Dilan was still breathing.
Good.
It was weird. She could see Braig sitting the chair by the bed, reading a book, but she couldn't really look at him, her eyes stayed on Dilan. And this time, this time she managed to step into the room. A few steps before her feet froze to the floor. What if going all the way in meant something went wrong?
And...yeah, she was running again. Stupid feet.
She didn't have a good answer, and she was afraid and it was stupid.
Elcy fed her a sandwich this time around, and made her go out into the garden to weed a bit.
And then she had to stop weeding when Elcy noticed she pulled up everything under the windows.
She didn't like being afraid.
It made her angry, because Dilan was in a coma and she couldn't fix it. So what was she suppose to do?!
Braig had a good idea, he was in there, reading, and keeping watch. She could do something like that, right? Maybe.
If her feet let her.
Stupid feet.
How, exactly, did someone fix their feet?
Yinsi found her again, standing in the hall and staring at her toes. She...didn't really have any ideas. Screwdrivers weren't for feet after all, and she didn't think tape would help at all. This time when Yinsi touched her shoulder she didn't jump, she just blinked. "My feet are broken."
"They look like feet to me dear," Yinsi pointed out, kneeling down so he could poke one of her bare, grubby little toes.
"Hey!" she twitched her foot away from the poking, then dug her big toe into the carpet behind her. "They won't listen to me. I need something to fix that."
"Like what?"
Yeah, that was the problem wasn't it? "I don't know. Something...maybe glitter? Would that help?" Sparkles were distracting right? Maybe they wouldn't notice she was walking into the boys room if they were sparkly?
"And glue?" Yinsi chuckled softly. "I think we have that. Anything else you'll need?"
"My Moogle. And some books. A lot of books."
"Alright, stay right here," Yinsi ruffled her hair gently and headed down the hall.
And...she could do staying. She started leaning at some point, trying to peer through the doorway again even though it was waaaaaay down the hall, but her feet didn't budge an inch. Not until Yinsi got back with a bowl and glitter.
Glue felt really weird on her feet but not in a bad way, but in a cold muddy kind of way! "Am I gonna get stuck to the bowl?" she asked, peering down at her toes as she wiggled them in the Elmer's puddle she was now standing in.
"Now, I'll hold you until your feet dry and then you'll be fine!"
Glitter, unlike glue, didn't feel like mud at all. It felt kind of like snow, and sounded a bit like emptying the pencil sharpeners at school. And then her feet were covered in sparkly rainbows part way up her shins. Apparently Yinsi had found ALL the glitter in the house. That was kind of awesome. "Think this will work?"
In answer Yinsi scooped her up and dangled her upside down, letting glitter rain over the hall as she kicked her feet to air them. "Do you?"
"My feet feel weird!" she laughed. Hopefully weird enough right? Maybe. She could feel her head turning red from dangling upside down!
"Should I dip your hair in the bowl too?" Yinsi laughed, poking her nose. "You'll match then, top and bottom!"
She honestly thought about it for a minute but, well, "No! That's silly! I only need to fix my feet!"
"You sure?"
"I'm sure! I'm sure! Put me dowwwwwwwwn!"
Yinsi poked her foot, checking to see if it was dry, then draped her over his shoulder instead, "Nope, not yet. Let's go get your moogle and stick some books in a bag okay? Then your feet should be dry alright?"
"Okay!"
The next time she stood in the boys doorway she was prepared. She had a backpack on and her moogle in her arms, and her feet were all kinds of distracted!
And Dilan wasn't dead.
Glitter got her to the edge of the bed, but then she froze again, shivering as Yinsi followed behind her quietly. She had to touch Dilan just...to make sure. Once she poked his hand Braig gave up and reached out to grab her arm. "C'mon, monkey, sit here."
Hopefully neither of the boys minded that she was going to end up reading half her books out loud...and her feet were all used up for now. Yeah, they were done. She wasn't leaving the room again for nothing. Not for a while.
That was alright though. She was in, that was what mattered!
