𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀—

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

Jess shifts at some point, laying down and laying her head in Badgers lap.

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

Jess relaxes again, one hand reaching out in Beaver’s general direction, eyes closed.

ey take her hand into eir own without thinking or realising it, still deeply dissociated. abbot snorts, shaking his head, ʼyou two are truly somethinʼ.ʼ

“Mm?” Jess cracks an eye open, confused.

abbot nods towards the teensʼ hands, ʼyou had your eyes closed, beaverʼs dissociated out of his mind; yet you both found one anotherʼs hand to hold onto. truly, you two have a special relationship.ʼ

“Mmm lovers.” She mumbles

ʼmhmm.ʼ abbot agrees with a nod, ʼdo you want any medicine to help with the sickness, jess?ʼ

“Sure..”

Jess shifts, still holding his hand, to move the cat with her other one, movements tired and clumsy as she reaches for catsephone.

catsephone complains but she moves, nuzzling up against jess instead. abbot makes an ʼawʼing sound.

Jess smiles sleepily, wrapping a gently arm around catsephone, squeezing Beaver’s hand gently.

he squeezes back just barely, shifting a bit to try & get comfortable.

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

Jess shifts at some point, laying down and laying her head in Badgers lap.

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

Jess relaxes again, one hand reaching out in Beaver’s general direction, eyes closed.

ey take her hand into eir own without thinking or realising it, still deeply dissociated. abbot snorts, shaking his head, ʼyou two are truly somethinʼ.ʼ

“Mm?” Jess cracks an eye open, confused.

abbot nods towards the teensʼ hands, ʼyou had your eyes closed, beaverʼs dissociated out of his mind; yet you both found one anotherʼs hand to hold onto. truly, you two have a special relationship.ʼ

“Mmm lovers.” She mumbles

ʼmhmm.ʼ abbot agrees with a nod, ʼdo you want any medicine to help with the sickness, jess?ʼ

“Sure..”

Jess shifts, still holding his hand, to move the cat with her other one, movements tired and clumsy as she reaches for catsephone.

catsephone complains but she moves, nuzzling up against jess instead. abbot makes an ʼawʼing sound.

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

Jess shifts at some point, laying down and laying her head in Badgers lap.

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

Jess relaxes again, one hand reaching out in Beaver’s general direction, eyes closed.

ey take her hand into eir own without thinking or realising it, still deeply dissociated. abbot snorts, shaking his head, ʼyou two are truly somethinʼ.ʼ

“Mm?” Jess cracks an eye open, confused.

abbot nods towards the teensʼ hands, ʼyou had your eyes closed, beaverʼs dissociated out of his mind; yet you both found one anotherʼs hand to hold onto. truly, you two have a special relationship.ʼ

“Mmm lovers.” She mumbles

ʼmhmm.ʼ abbot agrees with a nod, ʼdo you want any medicine to help with the sickness, jess?ʼ

“Sure..”

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

Jess shifts at some point, laying down and laying her head in Badgers lap.

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

Jess relaxes again, one hand reaching out in Beaver’s general direction, eyes closed.

ey take her hand into eir own without thinking or realising it, still deeply dissociated. abbot snorts, shaking his head, ʼyou two are truly somethinʼ.ʼ

“Mm?” Jess cracks an eye open, confused.

abbot nods towards the teensʼ hands, ʼyou had your eyes closed, beaverʼs dissociated out of his mind; yet you both found one anotherʼs hand to hold onto. truly, you two have a special relationship.ʼ

“Mmm lovers.” She mumbles

ʼmhmm.ʼ abbot agrees with a nod, ʼdo you want any medicine to help with the sickness, jess?ʼ

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

Jess shifts at some point, laying down and laying her head in Badgers lap.

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

Jess relaxes again, one hand reaching out in Beaver’s general direction, eyes closed.

ey take her hand into eir own without thinking or realising it, still deeply dissociated. abbot snorts, shaking his head, ʼyou two are truly somethinʼ.ʼ

“Mm?” Jess cracks an eye open, confused.

abbot nods towards the teensʼ hands, ʼyou had your eyes closed, beaverʼs dissociated out of his mind; yet you both found one anotherʼs hand to hold onto. truly, you two have a special relationship.ʼ

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

Jess shifts at some point, laying down and laying her head in Badgers lap.

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

Jess relaxes again, one hand reaching out in Beaver’s general direction, eyes closed.

ey take her hand into eir own without thinking or realising it, still deeply dissociated. abbot snorts, shaking his head, ʼyou two are truly somethinʼ.ʼ

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

Jess shifts at some point, laying down and laying her head in Badgers lap.

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess’s breathing evens out, drifting towards sleep, relaxed for a bit.

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

ʼhi.ʼ abbot grins & pecks their lips, ʼdo you mind if i give beaver a bit of your lethe?ʼ

“If he needs it yeah,” they nod, “Youre the medic.”

ʼyouʼre also, usually, the primary user of it so.ʼ he shrugs, pulling the lethe out of his small pouch, cursing when he sees how little there is. ʼhowʼs your pain doing?ʼ

“Alright for now, it was bad the other day but I’ve been trying not to take it unless you give it to me.”

abbot nods, ʼokay, um... iʼll give this small bit to him & then get some more later or tomorrow, probably later if you could remind me?ʼ

Tilan nods, “I’ll try.”

ʼthank youuuu.ʼ he pecks their cheek before he zooms down the hall back to the kids.

ʼhi.ʼ abbot grins & pecks their lips, ʼdo you mind if i give beaver a bit of your lethe?ʼ

“If he needs it yeah,” they nod, “Youre the medic.”

ʼyouʼre also, usually, the primary user of it so.ʼ he shrugs, pulling the lethe out of his small pouch, cursing when he sees how little there is. ʼhowʼs your pain doing?ʼ

“Alright for now, it was bad the other day but I’ve been trying not to take it unless you give it to me.”

abbot nods, ʼokay, um... iʼll give this small bit to him & then get some more later or tomorrow, probably later if you could remind me?ʼ

ʼhi.ʼ abbot grins & pecks their lips, ʼdo you mind if i give beaver a bit of your lethe?ʼ

“If he needs it yeah,” they nod, “Youre the medic.”

ʼyouʼre also, usually, the primary user of it so.ʼ he shrugs, pulling the lethe out of his small pouch, cursing when he sees how little there is. ʼhowʼs your pain doing?ʼ

ʼhi.ʼ abbot grins & pecks their lips, ʼdo you mind if i give beaver a bit of your lethe?ʼ

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess watches, relaxing at Badgers touch, closing her eyes slowly

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

“Mmmkay...” she mumbles, cleaning her face and carefully setting the bowl aside, leaning into Badger a little

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

She holds the bowl to herself, making a noise as she does vomit, looking tired, “S’bad this mornin...” she mumbles, reaching for a tissue to wipe her mouth, nose wrinkled.

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.

Jess shrugs, “Feel like m-“ she stops, covering her mouth, looking ill and trying to sit up.

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

Jess is curled closer to the edge of the bed, Badger’s hand held in hers, trying to ignore the waves of sickness.