In the stars. | A collection of short stories: B.E

Stimming Pt.2

Billie's concern deepened as Octavia explained the cause of her pain, and her heart sank at the revelation. Octavia's medication, the one she had reluctantly started taking, had brought about this distressing consequence. It was a cruel irony that something meant to help her manage her ADHD was now causing her such agony.

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"Oh, Octavia," Billie whispered, her voice filled with empathy and worry. She gently stroked Octavia's hair, her heart aching as her wife whimpered in pain. "I'm so sorry you're going through this. We'll get you the help you need, I promise."

Octavia clung to Billie, her tears flowing freely as she tried to cope with the intense discomfort. The pain was unbearable, and the realization that her medication was the source of it weighed heavily on her.

Bell, their young daughter, watched the scene with wide eyes, her own little heart filled with concern and fear for her mommy. She moved closer to Billie, seeking comfort and reassurance during this challenging moment.

Billie knew that they needed to act swiftly to alleviate Octavia's suffering. She gently cradled her wife in her arms, her voice filled with soothing reassurance. "We're going to call an ambulance, Octavia. They'll help us figure out what to do. You're not alone in this."

"No," Octavia begged, Billie knew how much Octavia disliked hospitals and medical interventions, and her heart ached to see her wife in such distress.

"Octavia," Billie said gently, her voice filled with concern, "I hate to see you like this. Are you sure we shouldn't call the paramedics or get you some help?"

Octavia, her face contorted in discomfort, nodded weakly. "I'm sure, Billie. I've read about these side effects before. It's normal, and it'll pass. I don't want to go to the hospital."

Billie sighed, torn between her concern for Octavia's well-being and her respect for her wife's wishes. She continued to stroke Octavia's hair soothingly, wanting to provide whatever comfort she could. "Okay, love. We'll do it your way, but if it gets worse, we're calling the doctor, alright?"

Octavia nodded, grateful for Billie's understanding and support. Despite the pain and discomfort, she felt a sense of relief knowing that Billie was there by her side. She clung to Billie, seeking solace in their connection and the love they shared as a family.

Bell, their young daughter, watched the scene with wide eyes, her own concern mirrored in her innocent gaze. She moved closer to her mothers, wanting to be a part of their comfort and support.

The sudden commotion drew Billie's attention away from Octavia for a brief moment. She turned to see their young daughter, Bell, rushing toward the hot press charger with a sense of urgency. Panic welled up inside Billie as she realized what was happening.

"No, Bell, don't!" she called out, but it was too late. Bell, determined to help her mommy in distress, grabbed the hot press charger and yelped in pain as it burned her tiny fingers. Tears welled up in the child's eyes, but she didn't let go. She had a mission.

With a brave determination that belied her age, Bell rushed back to Octavia, who was still huddled on the couch in pain. Ignoring her own discomfort, Bell carefully placed the hot press on Octavia's stomach, her little face etched with concern and love.

Octavia's eyes widened in surprise and concern as she felt the heat against her skin, but she understood what Bell was trying to do. She managed a weak smile through her pain. "Thank you, sweetie. You're such a brave girl."

Billie rushed to Bell's side, her heart aching for her daughter's pain. She scooped Bell up into her arms, cradling her gently. "You're so brave, Bell. But we need to be careful, okay? Let's get some ice for your fingers."