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Her eyes fluttered open, and she immediately felt the discomfort responsible for waking her. The room was warm, a little too warm, in fact. Elena looked around the space, noticing Damien wasn't there with her. She suddenly coughed without warning, her throat on fire. Despite the medication she was taking as instructed by her doctor, Elena didn't feel any better. She could barely speak, and at that moment didn't feel like calling out to her husband, but in the next few moments he opened the door and stepped inside the bedroom. He had obviously heard her cough, and she was thankful he was so attentive.

Damien walked over and sat on the edge of the bed before placing the back of his hand on her forehead. He didn't need to say a word; his expression said it all.

"You're burning up, love."

"It's that bad?"

"Afraid so. I'm gonna go grab some chicken soup for you and I'll be right back. You're gonna be okay while I'm gone, right?"

"Yeah, but you don't need to--"

"Sorry love, this isn't a debate. See you soon."

Damien gave her a quick kiss on her hand before leaving her alone once more, and Elena couldn't help but sigh. She'd been eating chicken soup for a number of days now, and she was growing tired of it. But it was easier bending water than trying to convince him otherwise. Sometimes his hardheadedness was useful, other times it drove her insane. Although she'd rather have someone who was on top of things versus the alternative, so she couldn't complain.

Elena turned her head to the side to look at the time. She should probably dial the office, let her partner know she was going to be out for a while longer, but she quickly realized she could let Damien handle that as well whenever he returned. He would want her to not get out of bed until she was feeling better, and she would oblige. Instead, Elena reached behind her for the remote, and in that moment a notification went off on her phone.

"Really?"

The young woman took her time getting up and walking across the room. She had left her slippers behind as she welcomed the cool feel of the floor underneath her feet. When she approached the dresser, Helena looked down at her phone and noticed it was her mother who had messaged her asking for an update. Not only did she have an overprotective husband, but she also had overprotective parents.

Yes mother, I'm okay. I haven't gotten worse. She thought to herself as she typed up the message. She figured it was the best way to respond without alerting her mother as to her condition. Elena didn't need another complaint going to Damien. When she sent the message, Elena went back to bed. By that point, she was a little anxious to get her mind off of things and instead binge on some episodes of the show she was currently watching. And for the next 10 minuets or so, that's exactly what she did until her tv suddenly cut off to yet another "important" broadcast.
@Bazmund

No one should mind, I think it'd even out the scale a bit.
@MissCapnCrunch

Hell I'd say Sunday should be the deadline, but that's just me lol


@MissCapnCrunch

I may have missed this piece of information but how long ago did disaster strike? I'm just thinking up my girl's background.
Thinking of having a psychiatrist type who takes it upon herself to go to the slums and try to do some work there. Not a smart move, but danger is always fun in RPs.
I'm digging this.
Got a collaboration in the works that takes place the following day, hence the silence.
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