Day 76

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Due to a mistake in the ordering process, Fester only ordered a few of Gomez's medicines for the next week. He's been without his anti-depressants/mood stabilizer for the past three days, which is proving to be a nightmarish experience for him. However, they'll be back tomorrow. Still, today, he's suffering the culmination of three days off these medications, and Morticia is heartbroken watching him suffer so profoundly. Still, she keeps a calm head as well as she can. She doesn't want to make things even worse for him. This is the worst she's ever seen him since he came home, and the most worried she's been about him since he was literally dying. He controls his depression (which he's struggled with since before they even met) admirably with his medications, yoga and other enriching/fascinating activities (as well as with the dedicated love and care of his wife and family), but there's precious little he can do in this situation but endure it. To add insult to injury, tomorrow is Gomez's birthday.


He's lying in bed, his eyes and eyelids twitching a bit. Every few seconds, his whole head will twitch or shake a little as he'll fail to get comfortable in this new position. Morticia sits in a chair beside the bed, trying to soothe her husband's obvious distress.


Morticia

Darling, it'll be here tomorrow. Then we can put an end to this little nightmare.


Gomez doesn't seem to even respond, not looking at his computer, just still twitching a bit.


Morticia

I know, this is dreadful. I know. I know.


Still nothing from Gomez.


Morticia

At least we still have your pain medication and your anti-rejection tablets?


Gomez closes his eyes and it looks as if he's about to start crying. His eyes look watery when he opens them again. She realizes she sort of played the "you may have it bad, but at least _____" card, which downplays his suffering instead of focusing on how to support him through it.


Morticia

Oh, darling, no. Forgive me. Perhaps that was wrong of me to say. You have it hard enough without me making thoughtless comments.


Gomez would be crying if he were in any position other than his lying down flat one. Instead, the tears sort of pool in his eyes.


Morticia

Darling, don't cry, it'll ruin your makeup.


Gomez blinks some of the tears away, they finally fall. He has a bit of a clearer view of his computer now.


Morticia

Oh Gomez, dear.


Gomez

Who was meant to order?


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