Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost

We're All Friends Here

A/N: so you've probably guessed by how slow updates are in coming that my health is still getting worse. My cognitive function has deteriorated so much and is only continuing to do so. Which is. . . honestly the most devastating thing that's ever happened to me. I'm getting by because I still had a lot of drafts for chapters in this fic that had already been proofread a fair bit. But I'm worried about what's going to happen when I get to the chapters where the drafts are REALLY rough or nonexistent. My good days now are what my bad days used to be and they're only happening 1-3 times a month. Given that each month is worse than the last it's very worrying. I hate that this happened just when I started writing a lot again. I have so many plans for this fic (and others) and 200k worth of extremely rough draft scenes that might end up going to waste. Illness has taken everything from me but I never thought it would take my ability to write. Honestly just praying for a miracle at this point.

I want to thank you all for the comments you leave. They mean so much to me, especially during these times.

. . .

"Where's Luna?" Murphy asked.

He was currently sprawled across the couch, legs flung over Emori's lap, as he lazily bounced a ball back and forth off the ceiling.

Thump.

A ball that was steadily grating away at Raven's last nerve.

"Went to see Abby."

Their conversation in the kitchen had apparently served as a medication reminder and she'd excused herself once she was done fixing up the herbs. Still reeling from the sensation of Luna's lips against her skin, Raven had opted against returning to the lab with her and hidden herself away in the loungeroom instead, determined to get some work done.

Something that would have been oh-so-much more more achievable if the couple from hell hadn't invaded her sanctum not ten minutes later.

To add to the migraine-inducing thump of Murphy's ball, Emori had given her a rather significant bout of nausea when she'd opted to hike up her boyfriend's pants in order to use one of his legs as a canvas - Raven could have gone to the grave without ever seeing Murphy's hairy calves. As it was, she really hoped this was a memory one of her seizures ended up deleting from her brain.

"Everything okay?"

"Yep." Honestly, Raven didn't fucking know. All she knew was that Luna sure as fuck didn't look okay, no matter how impressively she presented herself to the contrary.

"Not that we'd know if anything wasn't. She doesn't let all that much show," Murphy commented, apparently sharing her thoughts. "Well, not unless she wants to."

He wasn't wrong. Raven had been oblivious to Luna's condition until she'd actually pointed it out to her. Oblivious to a lot of things. "It's a cool trick."

Raven wished she had it too.

"That's one word for it."

Thump.

Raven grit her teeth against the sound. "What would you call it?"

"Unsettling as fuck." Thump. "I mean, ever notice how hard it is to get a read on what she's thinking? Not like you, for instance," Murphy gestured at her vaguely, not taking his eyes off the ceiling. "Your thoughts and feelings are written all over your face."

She scowled.

Thump.

"Which is what makes it so bizarre that she hasn't caught on to the fact that you have a massive hard-on for her."