It felt like a long time that they laid together in
silence, but it was an unusually uncomfortable silence for them. Normally they could spend hours together
without speaking a word and it felt like the most natural thing in the world,
but not today. Maybe not ever again.
She held him a little tighter at the thought,
already mourning the loss of the close bond they had developed. It was still there, of course, but the strain
this situation put on it was not one that would be easily fixed.
Eventually the cries from the bathroom became too
much to bear and Clint stirred in her arms. It was only with great reluctance that she moved her arm from around him
and sat up on the edge of the sofa, her hands absently rubbing her knees. “Let me know when you’re ready to bathe
her. I’ll help,” she said, reaching for
the plate and plucking a grape off of the stem. As much as she wanted to protest she knew she needed to eat. If there was no food in her stomach it wouldn’t
stop her body from trying to vomit anyway, so it was better to have something
to bring up than nothing at all. Popping the grape into her mouth she cringed
slightly at the sweetness. It was
delicious, full of flavour, and exactly the opposite of what she should be
eating. Bland foods were easier to keep
down, so she pushed up to her feet, ignoring the dizzy spell that washed over
her as she did so. “Do you want some
toast or anything?” She didn’t ask if he
wanted tea, knowing he was much more of a coffee person.
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Date: 2014-06-10 05:57 pm (UTC)From:It felt like a long time that they laid together in silence, but it was an unusually uncomfortable silence for them. Normally they could spend hours together without speaking a word and it felt like the most natural thing in the world, but not today. Maybe not ever again.
She held him a little tighter at the thought, already mourning the loss of the close bond they had developed. It was still there, of course, but the strain this situation put on it was not one that would be easily fixed.
Eventually the cries from the bathroom became too much to bear and Clint stirred in her arms. It was only with great reluctance that she moved her arm from around him and sat up on the edge of the sofa, her hands absently rubbing her knees. “Let me know when you’re ready to bathe her. I’ll help,” she said, reaching for the plate and plucking a grape off of the stem. As much as she wanted to protest she knew she needed to eat. If there was no food in her stomach it wouldn’t stop her body from trying to vomit anyway, so it was better to have something to bring up than nothing at all. Popping the grape into her mouth she cringed slightly at the sweetness. It was delicious, full of flavour, and exactly the opposite of what she should be eating. Bland foods were easier to keep down, so she pushed up to her feet, ignoring the dizzy spell that washed over her as she did so. “Do you want some toast or anything?” She didn’t ask if he wanted tea, knowing he was much more of a coffee person.