"Worst.Miracle.Ever..."
Mar. 18th, 2024 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A moment of truth. Three tests and two bottles of water later, our heroine faced what she might have guessed was inevitable, despite having cheap floral-patterned panties on the floor in front of her.It felt strange to feel as if fighting her way back into the wheelchair might have been a last blast of very-imperfect freedom, but they did it and waited for the results. Which, in some ways, her body was not shy about telling her.
“Worst. Miracle. Ever,” Jess loved her own impression of Comic Store guy, but Kyla only found it a little funny that day. She smiled reluctantly. Just for an instant, the image of herself, more ordinary, possibly walking—she’d never been completely, personally, sure if somebody could have a great life from a chair, although her work made it seem necessary to argue as if she was sure, at times. The picture flashed in her head of some unencumbered version of herself having her hand held by some giant male anonymity with a deep voice who, of course, was thrilled.
Just as briefly, an image of her with someone who’d make a good partner for Jess also flashed through her head. She was confused, a bit intrigued, but then she waved it aside as beside the point. Whatever she might be able to do later, Kyla was alone right now.
“Do you want me to call your mother?” Jess asked. “Or jump straight through to the clinic..we have to hurry, you know.”
“Oh, shit,” Kyla replied. “My mother. I never even got that far. I only wish this this was the first time I had to almost wish I were insane.”
“Whatever she thinks, it’s still up to you.”
“It’s really helpful to have my best friend wandering around sounding like a pamphlet. Like, really.”
“Aw, I’m your best friend? I’m honored.”
“You can show it by being a little less…My Body, My Choice, militant. Like, I get it. But you’re probably not going to end up here.”
“I’d need a loan. After tenth grade anyway. But you’re telling the truth, right? Some ex didn’t slip through your bedroom window, or something right?”
“If he had, it would mean miracles busting out all over…I told you that.”