Two Doors Down

2. July: Denial

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Active TWs: Mental illness, PTSD, breakdowns

Passive TWs: Car accidents, medical trauma

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2. July: Denial

"What bothers you the most about the accident?"

"The pity," Yang answered, without a moment's hesitation.

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Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

Yang groaned, rolling over on her side.

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

She fumbled with her right hand to turn off the goddamn-

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

Oh.

Yang's eyes shot open, darting to the stump on her right arm. Again.

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

She grumbled, reaching over and grabbing her phone with her left hand, turning off the alarm as quickly as she could. She'd probably woken up half the house by now. These walls weren't exactly thick. Well... she probably would have, if it wasn't 10am, and everyone wasn't already up.

Whatever. It was time for meds.

Yang kicked her legs up over the edge of the bed, pushing herself up with her left arm. It was a skill she had acquired with time, and had nearly perfected now. She reached over to her bedside table, placing the two bottles of meds between her knees. She opened them one by one, pushing down on the tops and turning. She dug in with her pinky, pulling out one of each med from the bottles. Using her pinky, she pulled them into her palm, holding the first one there with her other fingers while she grabbed the other. She popped the two pills into her mouth, before reaching over and grabbing her water bottle. She pushed up on the top, opening the lid and revealing the straw. She sucked down some water, swallowing the meds.

After recapping the bottles, and putting everything back on her nightstand, Yang flopped back onto the bed. She reached over to grab her phone, but was interrupted by a scratching at the closed door to her bedroom, followed by a whimper.

"Zwei," Yang mumbled with a small smile. She pulled herself back out of bed again, opening the door for the Corgi, who entered the room with a pep in his step and a wagging tail.

Yang returned to her bed, which Zwei jumped into easily. He plopped down on her chest the moment she laid back down.

"You're such a good boy," Yang said with a smile, scratching the top of his head. "You always know when I need some cuddles."

A small "Boof!" and a more excited tail wag made Yang's smile spread even wider.

The pure joy that Zwei brought Yang was unfortunately rather brief. Not long after Zwei came into Yang's room, there was a soft knock on her open door.

Yang looked up, seeing her mom, Summer Rose, standing in the doorway.

"Good morning," Summer said with a warm smile.

"Mornin'," Yang replied, trying not to let the smile falter from her face. She loved her mother dearly, but it was always hard to pretend that seeing Summer first thing in the morning made her happy nowadays, as a morning greeting from Summer meant therapy.