wolfishsurvivalist | ✖ anxiety attack: 004 ✖

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

[It's a lovely Saturday; the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Mika Whitepaws is holding a box addressed to her! What is it? What could it be? She turns it over in her hands, looking surprised, then shakes it a little to see if she can hear anything rattling inside. No, the box makes no noise, and it's small and lightweight. Her thick brows furrowing, she unwraps the parcel to see what could possibly be inside.]

What the...?

[She reaches inside to pull out a photo of herself, only to let out a strangled sound before collapsing to the ground in a boneless heap. Mika's body seems to waste away until her muscle and bones jut painfully against her skin, half of her hair fading to a stark white around her face as her pointed ears seem to push up through the frizzy mass of hair. Her tail is limp as it flops against the porch, but thankfully Mika does seem to be breathing, the photo still clutched tightly in her hand.

When she finally wakes up, groggy and bleary-eyed, she lets out a canine whine as she gingerly pushes herself onto her hands and knees, her dull claws scraping against the cement. Her breathing is labored, a soft rasp in her voice like she's struggling for air.

Mika Whitepaws is no longer human, and unfortunately her real body is still recovering from a few nearly fatal wounds.]

[B. Phone]

A-ahh, um... [Her voice rasps, and she turns her head away from the phone as she coughs into her elbow before trying again.]

Does anyone know how long someone should rest after they've been shot? I mean, like, after being released from the hospital. How much rest should they get or whatever? And um. Is there any skin care or anything for scars? Any special kind of treatment or something if the wound feels a little funny?

It's...a hypothetical question. Sort of.

[Mika would be much more believable if she wasn't such a horrible liar and didn't keep dissolving into mild coughing fits. Sighing heavily, she gives up and admits to defeat.]

Also I don't know if I'll make it into work today. Sorry, but my leg's bothering me and walking's exhausting.

((ooc: Also pls to be seeing her permissions post just in case!))

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I doubt they will.

[Hawkeye shrugs sheepishly.]

I apologize. These were the only thing I had that I thought would be easy to get over your head without pulling at the wounds. I know how unpleasant that can be, so they button as well if it's easier to slide them on.

[She'd made her clothing decision carefully!]

It's okay, I'm really glad you thought of it. I kind of wish they made t-shirts and stuff, but I don't think I'd be able to get anything like that.

[She's slow to pull on the pajama top, mostly because she hurts all over as her mind is overwhelmed by the sudden sensations of pain. Wincing a little, she manages to get her arms into the sleeves without too much trouble, and slowly begins to button it up.

You may be able to find something similar to a t-shirt, but it would probably be a men's undershirt here.

But for now, you just need to rest. [She watches Mika slip the shirt on, tempted to offer assistance, but hesitating.]

As long as it's comfortable and doesn't itch, I probably won't care.

I will. Heck, just getting inside and onto the couch practically put me out.

[Still, she looks rather proud of herself once she finishes buttoning the shirt. Awww yiss.]

You wouldn't, but it might be difficult for you to buy for yourself with the gender stereotyping here.

[She nods, finding herself smiling at Mika's success, though just slightly.]

You'll probably need a few days off to recover, as well.

I could always say I'm shopping for my husband. That's kind of a common thing sometimes.

[She snorts, her ears drooping.]

Yeah, probably. At least to get completely used to my body again. This is so weird.

[She chuckles at the comment of shopping for her husband.] Very funny. Someone who does the home assignments in Mayfield has a rather cruel sense of humor.

[She pauses, hesitating, before continuing on.] I can imagine that the least of your concerns are the wounds..

Eh, Quinn's at least tolerable, but I sleep on the couch for a reason.

[She snorts, wrinkling her nose a bit.]

Well, I'm going to have to live with this meatsack for the rest of my life. As long as nothing goes septic, I figure I'll be doing a fantastic job.

Ah. Mr. Horse--Hol--has been very kind, actually.

[Don't worry, Hawkeye is thinking much more about how her not!husband's last name is Horse. There had to be irony there somewhere.]

I should hope nothing goes septic. I'm not certain the hospital here is equipped to handle septic shock.

Mister Horse-Hol?

[Mika has to grin, her tail wagging as she tries not to laugh a little.

For that brief moment before the horror of the concept of her going into septic shock actually sinks in.]

Oh God, I hope I didn't jinx myself.

He insists I call him Hol, but the habit of a addressing people by their last name is hard to break.

[After a moment, she shakes her head.]

No, I didn't mean that you were likely to go into shock at all. Those wounds are really far too healed by now to be at risk of that.

I can understand that.

[At that, she visibly slumps with relief.]

Oh thank God. That would be the worst icing on the failure of a cake that is my life.

[Hawkeye visibly pauses, the gears turning. She still struggles with the different slang terms that people use here, and it takes her a moment to realize exactly what Mika meant.]

Ah...well, there is no risk of that..

Oh, I don't know. With the way things always manage to fail in the most spectacular way possible for me, I wouldn't put it past it.

If you expect failure like that, you're really just asking for it.

[She shrugs slightly.]

It would serve you much better to try and be a bit more positive about the situation. I've just found that expecting failure tends to lead directly to it.

I only say it from experience.

[Mika droops a little, her ears falling back and her shoulders slumping.]

I dunno Riza, it's been so long I'm starting to have trouble being positive about anything for very long.

[She frowns.]

I understand. Even still, however. If nothing else, you would feel better.

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[Action] I has late -_- sorry