[Her eyes drift shut as he kisses her spine, and she reaches out to squeeze his knee in a silent "thank you" before pushing herself out of bed. For a moment she almost thinks she'll fall, but no, it's just one foot in front of the other and she's fine. She doesn't have the energy to tug away the blanket to cover herself so she just walks to the kitchen naked, ignoring the chill.
Her hands tremble as she takes a glass and fills it with water from the sink; it stops after she's gulped the whole thing down. She fills the glass again and drinks more slowly, knowing she'll get sick if she drinks too much too quickly.
Another half glass and she's calmer. Not calm, not numb, not free of pain -- just enough to return to the bedroom and hesitate for only a moment before climbing on top of him. It's probably a bad idea, but she finds herself unable to care.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
Her hands tremble as she takes a glass and fills it with water from the sink; it stops after she's gulped the whole thing down. She fills the glass again and drinks more slowly, knowing she'll get sick if she drinks too much too quickly.
Another half glass and she's calmer. Not calm, not numb, not free of pain -- just enough to return to the bedroom and hesitate for only a moment before climbing on top of him. It's probably a bad idea, but she finds herself unable to care.]