hold the door

*Pyrrhic*

Pyrrhic quietly stepped up to the door, set down the bundle he'd been clutching, and took a deep breath. On the other side of the door was his wife, who was, to put it delicately, not herself. If he were being honest Pyrrhic had no idea what he would find on the other side of the wood. It was a grim thought and one that covered a bevy of possibilities. The illness had caused Riva to spiral. What would have been a horrible illness had it been limited to the physical was compounded by a mind so warped from its usual sweet, careful self Pyrrhic almost felt he was dealing with a stranger.

To say he did not recognize the woman on the other side was an understatement, but if this was the end - and his mind refused to linger on that thought long - he was not going to leave her. Riva had brought him back from the brink. It wasn't hyperbolic to credit her with saving his life.

He lifted a paw and knocked gently on the door, which was barred from the outside. "Riva? Sweetheart, I brought you dinner..." Pyrrhic then leaned in and listened. It hadn't been long since he'd left to go hunting for her but he really didn't know what to expect. The illness and its many effects continued to surprise him.

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