Mollibby Dump

Molly My Medicine

Unrelated but she is so expressive, Molly is such an icon.

More established relationship stuff. Got some trigger warnings: PANIC ATTACK, ANXIETY

"Molly My Medicine"

Molly stood outside her front door, watching herself flip through her key ring while managing two stiff paper bags filled with groceries. In her struggle, she located her apartment key before her bag bursts open to drop a pint of ice cream all over the welcome mat. Darn! Molly reached down to pick up the fallen keys and planned to clean up later.

She unlocks the door, another successful grocery run, who says adulting is easy. Molly floods her kitchen table with her items, "I'm home," she calls out.

That's funny. No answer.

Molly looks at the kitchen, then to the living room. Libby's no where to be spotted. Molly remembered seeing her car on the way up, so she expected Libby's greeting.

Molly walks towards their bedroom. What she saw was worrying. She found Libby under her weighted blanket, pointed towards the back wall, trembling and crying, even struggling to breath as her breaths were rapid and deep. Molly couldn't help but to take the blame for this, I left her alone like this. I have to be more careful.

"Hey Love," Molly projects softly at her, "I'm home from the store, are you okay?"

Libby doesn't turn to look at Molly, Molly just watched as she sniffled and shook her head slightly and pats Molly's side of the mattress.

Molly breathes a silent sigh in relief, Cool. She wants my help through this one. Molly made her way onto the bed, careful not to embrace her just yet but made her presence known.

Ever since their eventful car accident, it was nobodies fault really. Molly had her ways of coping, she simply lets her job consume the thoughts.

Libby was affected the worst, she's been battling deep bouts of anxiety and frequent, sudden panic attacks ever since the crash. There are still nights where she wakes up screaming and in a cold sweat, and all Molly can do is hold her and kiss the back of her neck until it subsides. The panic attacks are probably worse than the nightmares, though. They come fast and they come hard, and each one is different.

Libby is never quite sure if she wants Molly to talk her through it, or hold her until she can breathe again, or if she just needs to be by herself. As a consequence, Molly developed her own way of asking her how she can help.

Libby sniffles and tries to take a deep breath, it cracks halfway through and turns into a gasp for air.

Molly had one panic attack before, it was way before the crash and she can't even remember what brought it on. It was a fairly mild one, but she know what it's like to have your chest seize up and refuse to let you breathe as your heart pounds and your thoughts race. It was awful and Libby ended up talking Molly through it, but she can't even imagine going through them as badly and as routinely as Libby does.

She's strong, stronger than she knows. Molly loves her for it.

Molly feels a sudden pressure on your hand and look down to see that Libby is holding it, her sky blue nail polish chipped against her almond skin. She takes her hand into her other and sighs, rubbing over her knuckles softly with her thumb. Libby always says she likes it when she does that, and what's important to Molly right now is soothing her the best you can.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

Libby exhales, a deep, shaky breath, gasping air back in for a moment before managing to nod slightly.

It must be worse than usual. She never wants Molly to hold her unless it's especially bad.

Molly lays down on the bed and gently pulls in Libby down next to her. She rests her head on her chest and tucks her own knees up towards her chest. Molly wraps an arm around her and presses a kiss to her hair. Molly feels Libby's shudder against her and she ran a hand through her hair, running her nails softly across her scalp. She always loves that. Molly kisses her hair again, and Libby nestles in agreement, crying into her shirt, and she held her, shushing her gently and stroking her hair.

(to be continued...tomorrow I promise... let me know what you think)