it took so long to get me back on my feet } THE RECOVERY & RELAPSE MEME

[memeraptor]

the recovery & relapse meme

I. physical

⑴ illness | are you being nursed back to health, or struggling with a repeat appearance of the symptoms?
⑵ injury | bones knit and wounds heal. but sometimes, they reopen at the worst possible time.
⑶ addiction | kick that bad habit! or, you know, not.
⑷ wildcard

II. mental/emotional

⑴ relationship | things are finally looking up for you and your friend/partner/colleague! or oops, nevermind, your bond is falling apart at the seams.
⑵ worldview | you're trading in your rose-colored glasses for a pair with a much more jaded tint....or the reverse.
⑶ trauma | either healing from a painful experience, or succumbing to the damage it inflicted upon you.
⑷ fixation/obsession | you've gotten much better about controlling yourse— ooh! shiny!
⑸ wildcard

III. spiritual

⑴ absolution | your faith (in the world, in the god of your choice, whatever) has been given a much needed boost....
⑵ corruption | ....that, or it's degenerating rapidly, possibly into something much more warped.
⑶ wildcard

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[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia smiles back, too much teeth not enough smile. If she can still tease, if Levi can still scowl back, then everything is okay. She steals one of Levi's pills and washes it down with a swig of water before she takes her previous position against the wall.

She watches them eat as she sips at her water. It's like old days again, licking wounds after a bad job, healing up and regaining strength, her playing nursemaid. Ginia wonders if that's her life, to relive the same moments again and again but with different faces, different places. It's not too bad if that's the case.

Ginia snaps her fingers to get their attention.]

/You got stabbed in the shoulder and lost a wing. The doctors at the clinic say it'll take five to seven days for it to regrow and you'll be in pain the entire time. If there's any complications with the medication, they'll put you on something else./

[corps]

[ Erwin eats in relative silence, allowing Levi to shovel spoonfuls of stew into his mouth interspersed with pieces of bread. At least once, though, he refuses to eat another bite until Levi's swallowed at least half of his own bowl of stew. Only then does he allow Levi to resume.

They're mostly finished by the time Ginia snaps her fingers, and Erwin's eyes are on her instantly. His processing is still slower than it should be, but he can feel the medication she'd brought beginning to effect him, taking the sharp edge off the pain he's feeling. ]

I thought as much.

[ The wing injury isn't a surprise, though he doesn't remember being stabbed in the shoulder. He must have blacked out, he thinks, after the injury to his wing. ]

Do you know how it happened?

[ His gaze slides from Ginia to Levi. Does either of them have any idea? ]

[reviling]

[Levi rolls his eyes at Erwin's stubbornness, but eats. It isn't as though he'd planned to not eat - he's hungry, too - but it's not worth the energy to argue. He easily finishes his own portion, and by then the medication is beginning to work. Things don't hurt so badly, though his head still feels a little muddled.

What had happened? He couldn't be sure. Everything had happened so fast.

He shakes his head, carefully, the bandage around it clearly needing to be changed. Blood had seeped through from the wound there, spotting it a dry rust color.]

Not sure. Someone ambushed us, that's for sure.

...I can't remember anything very clearly.

[except struggling to bring Erwin back with one arm broken and blood dripping into his eyes.]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia gives a small shake of her head. She frowns at Levi's head wound - right, that'll need to be taken care of next - and mulls over the topic. The Malnosso haven't said anything, but she's gathered enough from the mood around town, from the conversations people were having at the clinic.]

/Less than half of those sent out to the draft returned. The Third Party knew we would be there and countered all of our moves./

[It's moments like this Ginia is glad she can't talk. It's easier being detached through signed words, erasing all emotion from her face as she reports the facts. She wouldn't trust a voice to be steady, to be calm.]

/At least in our defeat, we learned valuable information. The Third Party now possess a chemical weapon capable of inducing powerful hallucinations. The effects wear off in time, but it can be quite deadly in the middle of combat./

[Can be deadly. Is deadly. She didn't know the name of the doctor she strangled, but she can still feel her fingers digging into his throat. Ginia swallows, calm facade breaking for an instant into intense guilt.]