@ziss0u
LOCATION: outside of vida's physical therapist, midday FOR: morgan ackerley
WHEN MORGAN HAD FIRST requested that she attend vida's upcoming physical therapist appointment, there had been something within her that made her feel like she couldn't breathe. not because she wasn't comforted by morgan being anywhere she was ( in fact, this had been something that she had felt so deeply that it scared her at one time ), but because she was worried that what she was likely going to see would make her view her ex-wife differently. because when it came to what happened, vida was so, so fucking angry. because for so many years -- the army had been her entire life. and yet, she knew when it came down to it, she would have made the exact same choice, no matter what the outcome would have been. even if it meant she would never come home.
every time she leaves the office, it's never their fault -- but vida always feels smaller. like a stepstool has been removed from underneath her feet, and she's been sent tumbling to the ground. thus, she appears a bit sheepish as she pauses in her stride -- pressing her back against the brick wall as she closes her eyes. when she opens them again, morgan is still staring back at her. " you're sure that wasn't too much? " the woman asks just as she had before, trying to calm her heart rate. " i don't want y'to feel like y'have an obligation to come with me. "















