Trustworthy help

41. Issues.

I wake up feeling worse.

I'm sick to my stomach as I'm unable to balance myself while standing. There's a bump on the back of my head and my head aches. I did hit my head.

'What are you doing up?' Corpse asks as he walks in while holding a cup of tea. 'I need to get dressed for the doctors appointment.' I say back. He sets down the tea on his night stand and walks over, steadying me when he holds both my arms. 'How are you feeling?' He asks. 'Worse.' I say as I look away. He hugs me for a while

'It's a build up of stress, Amelia. You have been through a lot of stressful things and situations, not just in the last month, but throughout your whole life. At some point mental stress becomes physical and will take its toll. that could mean infection in your stomach, or high blood pressure, or anything of the likes. But seeing how it's stress, we can't do a lot.' I look at my hands in defeat. 'So that's it. It's something that came from stress, so good luck and figure it out?' I don't mean to be rude, I'm really just upset about it all. 'The only thing you can do is try and avoid stressful situations. I can also advise a psychiatrist.' I look up 'do you know how many of those I've seen in my life. It never helps.' He nods 'alright. Just understand that getting into stressful situations in the state you're in, could cause this problem to become chronic.' I feel my heart break as the last bit of hope leaves me. Chronic. But it's not like it's up to me to be stressed or not. 'If you can't do anything, I'll make my leave.' I say. I stand up, needing to hold the chair to get back in balance.

When I walk out I find corpse's eyes glued on the office door. He quickly stands up and walks over to me, holding out his arm so I can lean on him. 'And?' He asks. 'I have a light concussion. Again, nothing they can do if the origin of the problem is stress.' I say. I don't want to tell him it could become chronic. I don't want to scare him anymore. 'I'm sorry.' He says as he looks down at me.

I sit on the couch, reading a book. I have to read the page over and over seeing how my mind is far from in the story. The words become blurry as tears fill my eyes. What can I do? Don't be stressed. That's all I can do. But I don't feel stressed.

'Hey, hey, what's wrong?' Corpse asks as he walks in and notices me crying. I get up and hug him, clinging to him for balance. 'I don't know what t do anymore.' I say. He lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around me before sitting down with me in my lap. 'Talk to me.' I sniffle and pull back, not wanting my tears to stain is shirt. 'There's nothing to talk about. If it's because off stress I've had, it's in the past and out of my control.' He pulls a blanket around us. 'Did you feel stressed the past weeks?' He asks. 'I was worried a lot. And I felt sad a lot. But I don't think I was stressed.' I say.

'What about work?'

I go quiet and look down 'it's normal to feel the way you do when on deployment.' I say softly. 'It's a very stressful job.' He says. 'But I don't wanna loose that job!' I say as more tears falls. 'Hey, I'm not saying that you are.' He says. I grab his arm out of fear and in need to hold on to something. 'What if I get medically discharged?' He moves his hands to my waist and gently rubs my sides. 'You won't. If you take some time to rest you'll be fine to work again.' He says to calm me down. I look up, wiping my eyes with my sleeve as I'm still holding his arm with the other hand. 'I don't want to loose my job. I worked so hard to get where I am.' I say. 'Amelia, look at me.' He says. I look up 'you won't loose your job. But I will ask one thing from you.' He says. I nod and sniffle 'You're a nurse. Please go on your deployments as military nurse. No more fighting. No more bullet wounds. Just you as nurse at the base. Because I can't live with that too and it'll be better for you.' I wipe my eyes again 'okay. For you.' I say. He smiles softly 'if that's what it takes, do it for me.' He says before he kisses my cheek, making me giggle. 'How about we watch a movie, huh?' He says as he moves me off my lap so I'm next to him. 'Corpse?' He turns to me after grabbing the remote off the coffee table. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him 'I love you.' He smiles softly as he leans back and pulls me into his side 'I love you too.'

Hi guys,
I've been seeing that I've been triggering some people's fears and anxiety in the comments.
I'm sorry if I did.

I want to let you guys know that the medical problems I write about (that aren't corpse's) are written out of own experiences.
I don't mean to upset anyone, I just write about stuff I actually know off. And know how it feels.

I just wanted to let all of you know.
Again I, sorry if I upset any of you.

Besides that I made some mistakes in my vocabulary,
Please know my first language is not English, and I'm trying my best.

Thank you! Have a nice day/night.