as contra's illness progressed, her hospital visits and further stays became more and more frequent. once, contra contracted an acute case of food poisoning, similar to that you get whenever you eat expired sugar, yet different, because contra swore she had already quit sugar, and thus refused to take the treatment for sugar intoxication, for it would've been impossible for her to have gotten that specific disease, given the fact that sugar was not part of her diet anymore. naturally, this led to the hospital.
her stomach wouldn't stop grumbling, and to calm her, i told her stories of an enchanted forest within her belly, where all kind of magical creatures would gather and try to roar a roar so big, the small but powerful soundwave would pierce the skin of her inner abdomen and allow them to escape. as expected, contra's inexplicable and somewhat troubling hatred for monsters worked in my favor, and made, if not entirely inexistent, but considerably smaller, the effort it took to convince contra to drink the medicine whose colour was the exact shade of orange that appears in contra's hate list at the triumphant second place
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Poetryjust some stuff i write when high (not particularly good and not exactly well written) TW: suicide and depression stuff
