07-15-2018, 09:07 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
it was no secret that goldie was doing, well, awful. she was much skinnier than usual, due to her lack of time and energy to eat. she didn't really know it, because she both wouldn't admit it and because she didn't think about it, but she was stressed. her stress was diminishing her hunger and making her even more unhealthy in the process. she wasn't so skinny that she was starving, but it was enough physical weight loss to be concerned about. she didn't want to avoid eating - she loved food - but she didn't fully realize what was happening to her body and just thought it was normal.
her eyes revealed her exhaustion. she denied she needed sleep. she was fine! but, she had truthfully been avoiding sleep since she had found her papa's blood in the submarine and then his lifeless body on the beach. the most sleep she had gotten since then was when she had gone unconscious for two days after receiving her burns. she had slept a little more after that while she was recovering in the submarine, but the tsunami quickly kicked her back into work. there was no comfortable bed tempting her into that dangerous, unproductive activity. really the only time she did sleep now was when she literally passed out from exhaustion.
she had possessed her injuries for almost a month now and they had made little progress. the most they had healed was when she was too physically weak to move more than a couple feet. but, then the tsunami hit. when the tsunami hit, she needed to be able to move around a lot. she couldn't be in anybody's way at that point. and, perhaps seeing her home in such a state had inspired her to work even harder than before. it was certainly a big mess and she didn't want her papa or anyone to stress about it, even though she couldn't possibly fix it herself. she'd do her best, at least. but, all that work also meant that her injuries would constantly reopen and body be overworked.
she had been coughing and sneezing a bit more often the past few days, but she ignored it. she had a sore throat yesterday, but she ignored it. she had fallen down so many times, but she ignored it. she felt like death - and she would know how that feels, but she ignored it. but, today, it seems she could not ignore it, despite her efforts. her coughing was harsh and frequent throughout the day.
she had been trying to neglect it still, though. she walked away from others when she felt a coughing fit coming on and instead found something else to do. she was walking along the bay, looking at the remains of the tsunami. she had a bit of a break from the coughing and could mostly breathe. but, then, she sneezed. and she fell. and she couldn't get back up. and she couldn't breathe. she was coughing harshly again and her throat hurt like hell.
"guhh, shoo-" her groan was interrupted by another coughing fit. she needed to get some medicine. that's all. she needed to get up and get some medicine before anyone found her. the girl attempted to get back up, only to fall over again. that made her head hurt really badly. she winced, looking to the ground as she let out more coughs.
her eyes revealed her exhaustion. she denied she needed sleep. she was fine! but, she had truthfully been avoiding sleep since she had found her papa's blood in the submarine and then his lifeless body on the beach. the most sleep she had gotten since then was when she had gone unconscious for two days after receiving her burns. she had slept a little more after that while she was recovering in the submarine, but the tsunami quickly kicked her back into work. there was no comfortable bed tempting her into that dangerous, unproductive activity. really the only time she did sleep now was when she literally passed out from exhaustion.
she had possessed her injuries for almost a month now and they had made little progress. the most they had healed was when she was too physically weak to move more than a couple feet. but, then the tsunami hit. when the tsunami hit, she needed to be able to move around a lot. she couldn't be in anybody's way at that point. and, perhaps seeing her home in such a state had inspired her to work even harder than before. it was certainly a big mess and she didn't want her papa or anyone to stress about it, even though she couldn't possibly fix it herself. she'd do her best, at least. but, all that work also meant that her injuries would constantly reopen and body be overworked.
she had been coughing and sneezing a bit more often the past few days, but she ignored it. she had a sore throat yesterday, but she ignored it. she had fallen down so many times, but she ignored it. she felt like death - and she would know how that feels, but she ignored it. but, today, it seems she could not ignore it, despite her efforts. her coughing was harsh and frequent throughout the day.
she had been trying to neglect it still, though. she walked away from others when she felt a coughing fit coming on and instead found something else to do. she was walking along the bay, looking at the remains of the tsunami. she had a bit of a break from the coughing and could mostly breathe. but, then, she sneezed. and she fell. and she couldn't get back up. and she couldn't breathe. she was coughing harshly again and her throat hurt like hell.
"guhh, shoo-" her groan was interrupted by another coughing fit. she needed to get some medicine. that's all. she needed to get up and get some medicine before anyone found her. the girl attempted to get back up, only to fall over again. that made her head hurt really badly. she winced, looking to the ground as she let out more coughs.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.