Disclaimer:
Not pretty sure what to disclaim on this one but heck, I thought of Youko while writing this so...I do not own YYH or any of it's characters.
Long, dark lashes trembled before lifting, revealing weary orbs. The slow and measured beeping of the life support syncing with the feeble flutter of her lids as the woman adjusted her vision. Achingly, her small figure rose from the bed before dainty feet touched the cold ground, removing the oxygen mask as she stood and walked towards the door.
Slowly, she traversed the dimly lit hallway towards to bathroom, slightly gasping for breath with every step, relieving herself before facing the rounded mirror after a splash of cold water on her face. A weary smile painted her chapped lips when the warm memory of happy days flitted in her thoughts.
If I have to, I will be ready...
She mused while staring at the green version of her spirited self, reluctantly raising her grip from the ivory sink before slowly trudging back to her room.
Silently, with the blister-foiled medicines in her hands, she sat at the edge of her bed, perusing the enticing twinkles on the velvet shadow of the hour. One-by-one she popped the capsules in her mouth, struggling to swallow every bit of it, throat constricting after every aid of the water from her nightstand.
After a few moments, she proceeded to gently lay herself on the bed, not bothering to don the oxygen mask for her muscles were too sore to move now. Eyelids slowly drooping as her brain started to switched its gears, traveling between the mystifying moments of wakefulness and sleep.
Click!
Her eyes trembled beneath the skin of her lids but she was debilitated, unable to check the source of the intrusive sound until her bed dipped and a presence laid beside her. Heart hammering against her chest, but a wash of floral scent dispelled the fear before rooting itself in her bones.
"It's too early to give up."
She heard him say, a male with a silky deep baritone that serenades, as strong limbs tangled with her own, pulling her frail form against a hardened body, warm compared to the frigid atmosphere.
"I'm tired of the recurring pain...and everything hurts..." She says, coughing the intervals before snuggling deeper in his embrace. Sighing, when he affectionately nuzzled the crown of her head, long fingers with what felt like razor sharp claws lulling her to sleep as it carefully brushed against her scalp, combing her tresses.
"You may have to fight the battle more than once... but tired hands are better than none..."
She heard him husk against the shell of her ear before every sensation was reduced to none...
Her eyes greeted the white-gold light of the dayshine, heart and lungs expanding as she welcomed the world anew, arm stretching while a hand weakly reached for the vacant, cold spot beside her before meeting and grasping the empty foil packs on the mattress.
A dream...
She thought with slight disappointment while grounding herself with the sharp snapping sounds of the medicine pack between her fingers, gaining a moment to shed the sleep from her tired brain, to allow the blurry visions of the night to give way to the day, to move from that which her subconscious created to things more fixed and real.
Afterwards, as she languidly rose from the bed to welcome the gentleness of dawn... She froze, bewildered. Eyes going wide for a second before squinting a weak but gentle stare, chest heaving to welcome the precious air before softly laughing with a tender sway of her head...
Mindful of the mask covering the smile on her face.
A/N:
Had difficulty in breathing last night. It was so sudden and it scared the living daylights out of me. Thank God I woke up today...
Take care of yourselves guys.
Xoxo