the right words

*Laeta* · 01-11-2022, 09:13 PM

Not long after her tunble, Mel had no sooner nudged himself below her chest to gently push her up than a familiar, massive figure approached. Laeta forced herself back onto wobbly fawn legs, suddenly realizing that even when (awkwardly) standing, the titan was still at least twice as large as she. She could help but smile, even as whatever remenants of her muscle remained screamed for relief. Resigning to an awkward, slumped sit, Mel nervously shifted by the emaciated woman’s side as he offered a polite nod to the physician. Deion. The male was gruff, and coarse, but he had relieved her of a great deal of pain during her months of being bedbound, more than she thought he realized. Though her joints still gave out the odd crack or pop, especially after shifting into a weirdly splayed sitting position, the soreness was tremendously reduced. She had him to thank for that, among other physicians that aided in her treatment thus far. "I wouldn’t be surprised if others believed it to be a joke," She said, her ruby eyes bright as she glanced up at the titan. She even had to tip her chin upwards a bit just to really see much of his face. "After all, my paralysis was thought to be permanent." Apparently, it was not - even with a noticeable neck fracture Syanna had palpated and diagnosed herself, and Deion further confirmed it during his massage sessions with her. He had undoubtably seen the woman through her worst, but at least he hadn’t had a chance to see her even before that - paralyzed and wracked with the ooze. Things were on the up and up now, she could feel it even in her worn, weak bones. When he had inquired as to whether she needed help getting up, she attempted to shift in her set, but her muscles decided they’d had enough of holding up her torso and legs and she flopped, splay-legged, to the floor again. "I, erm, I guess so," She said, voice muffled from the floor where her chin now rested. She was frustrated - every tike he believed she was making some semblance of progress - with a great deal of help she even made it down the stairs. Of course, Mel practically lifted her off her toes most of the time, but she had walked at least a dozen steps without falling, then. Today, it seemed her body was backpedaling.

Once Deion would help her back up on her feet, with Mel quietly by her side, the woman let loose the lightest of chuckles at Deion’s sarcastic comment. Who knew he was so funny? She had her suspicions that there was a genuinly laid-back fellow beneath the tough, gruff exterior, but she hadn’t witnessed it until now. He’d likely find some solace in her chuckle, knowing that his comment was not taken too seriously and that she was truly happy, even with the frustrations of not being able to move very far. "I guess I really would be a wolf in sheep’s clothing then," She said warmly, "Though a fawn isn’t a poor description of my current state, either." She really was like a helpless newborn herbivore - all gangly legs, trembling with each step and faltering. Despite being lifted into somewhat of a sitting - or standing position - however Deion decided to help her up for their brief moments of conversation, Lae found herself out of breath from holding her weight - concerning, seeing as she was already so thin. "I’m exhausted already," She observed out loud, "Could you help me to my room? I don’t suppose you’ll have much trouble." He really wouldn’t - for the titan, Laeta was but a little pup he could just up and carry back into her bed. Though it’d be a letdown for her to resign to the bed in which she had lain in all these months, she knew her muscles, or what was left of them, could barely tolerate more than a few minutes of movement. She was deeply in grtitude for this physician, he was a kind friend and had her best interests, health-wise, in mind.

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the right words

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