That night, after saying goodnight to Maggie, Bianca and Marissa settled into bed, both with their head whirling with the possibility that there was an outside cause for Bianca's change of behaviour.
"Are you feeling better now?" Marissa asked.
"I don't know… Do you really think all this anger and hurt is from my medication?"
"It could be." said Marissa, kissing Bianca's neck as she snuggled in closer; spooning in behind Bianca's curled up form. "Don't you?"
Bianca sighed.
"I hope so." she said quietly.
"Of course it's that" said Marissa firmly. "You haven't been acting yourself because right now you aren't yourself! You are suffering from a side effect… and side effects can be fixed. All I can say is, thank god for your revolting toe infection," she added playfully, "Or we may not have found this out before we got home. If Maggie can change the drugs you will be feeling better in no time and we can start making this a proper vacation."
"I'm sorry, I don't see it being so easy..." said Bianca sadly.
Marissa tightened her hold around Bianca's waist.
"That's because the drugs are still in your system." she said assuredly. "This time tomorrow you will be back to your old self or… or I'm a monkey's uncle."
Bianca laughed unexpectedly.
"A monkey's uncle?" she said with a smirk.
"It's a saying…" said Marissa grinning too.
"You really think I'll be back to normal by tomorrow." Bianca asked, turning in Marissa's arms to face her.
"I do." said Marissa, gazing at Bianca with confident, loving eyes.
Marissa closed the gap between them with a soft kiss.
"I love you." Bianca sighed. She added a silent prayer that Maggie and Marissa were right and soon she would no longer fell this despairing weight that seemed to have settled on her.
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