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AN: been a while huh. Somehow found enough spoons to write today, so we took advantage of it. I think I'll make a full update post soon, but I may wait for a few things to clear up.
Anyways enough of serious things, enjoy!
Other Nameless Pieces
CWs: magic terminal illness, unwilling shift into a different state of reality, hospital-like setting
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It's not hard to get bored at the hospital. Whumpee could spend hours staring at the same medical posters on her wall and not reach a single interruption. They couldn't do much for her at this point, she was only here because they didn't have other facilities to hold her.
Whumpee had been flicking in and out of a phantom state for years now. These days it got so bad she would go hours without the ability to make contact with anything around her. The longer she went the worse her body reacted when she got back.
Though, she moved forward and gotten into a number of hobbies, her favorites being hand sewing and embroidery. It was far from the easiest thing she could have picked, but she was able to do it. The braces kept on her wrists posed an issue, but she made it work.
Whumpee's friend decided to join her in the effort. He even made a point to practice at home when he was unable to come visit. Friend was always doing his best to keep her company, even though it clearly pained him to see her in such a state.
"Whumpee?" He probed, a hand resting on her arm.
She jumped slightly, eyes wide as she came back into focus, "Hi, sorry."
Friend leaned back, hand still on her arm, concern tracing his brow, "You were flickering for a moment there."
A bout of anxiety siezed her. She didn't want to phase out with him here. She'd done it so many times lately. Whumpee couldn't take another evening of this.
"Hey, Whumpee, look at me." His voice was gentle, but the command was clearly there. She turned to him and tried to focus on his presence, "We're going to be alright. You can do this. Now," Friend lifted his hand and tapped her needle hand, "You were giving me advice on my backstich."
Whumpee followed his movement, took a deep breath, and tried to figure out what step she was on, "I- yeah. Yeah. Backstitch. You had a line, can I- can- I- ah..."
An intense wave of brain fog washed over her. She couldn't quite think, the only thoughts making it through being those of grief. There was still so many hours left in the day, why today? Why now?
Friend took her project from her fingertips before placing a gentle hand on her back. He'd done this enough times to understand, giving her a hand to hold. It always started in her chest, the numbness spreading outwards in waves.
She always felt drugged, her movements and thoughts sluggish. They'd discovered a few things about what happened when she phased out. Nothing truly medical of course, they could never explain it properly. But ever since they did it the first time, she found music would make the process faster.
Before, her thoughts would get distorted horribly and it felt like hours before she finally passed out. But now? Now she knew it was only a few minutes, her songs giving a good time reference. I was reassuring, something to reference as she slipped between dimensions.
"There you go. You're doing great," Friend encouraged, only letting go of her hand momentarily as he secured her brace.
They were important, making sure her ligaments didn't stretch or compress too much upon return. She'd already lost most function in her feet because of it, though they'd been able to save her hands, a fact she was eternally thankful for.
Friend hummed along with their favorite song, holding her hand with both of his until she could no longer make contact with him.
