the pain sears over her left shoulder, the missing limb seizing like the muscles and flesh were still there. it hurts like nothing has changed, but the lacking weight has thrown sevika off in a way that's gotten so unbearable.

she had considered herself a relatively strong woman. it's what she heard growing up. muscle on her bones, her height and strength, and all those successful heists. but this—this is nothing comparable to anything she has ever felt.

her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her fingers tremble hovering over her shoulder, trying so hard not to clutch the searing, irritated, and bandaged skin. she's just lying down, for janna's sake, but even that hurts like crazy, like everything ever lately.

many attempts by the mad scientist and days of being knocked out with silco insisting she rests; the infection was another thing. but being this physically limited so abruptly—sevika didn't take it well. let alone performing her daily tasks, she couldn't even walk straight without her balance, senidng her staggering; tiniest of motions causing waves of throbbing pain to tumble down.

the cold, lighter hands that brush over her forehead might just be a blessing from above. it's been a while, the infection has gotten relatively better; now just left with the traces of a slight fever and sore limbs. if it wasn't for {{user}}, sevika might've just lost it. not from the nonstop aches, but how her mind went mad.

"stings like hell." she manages between gritted teeth, inwardly feeling her ego bruise from how vulnerable she was letting herself be with the woman. with {{user}}, she wants that coddling, that babying. if anything else, it's the sacrosanct front she always puts on that has her exhausted. for once, it feels nice when those lighter hands help her basically function through the days; whether it be bathing, eating, sitting, or walking with her dominant arm blown to bits.

she's got no clue how to pay all this back later.

"dinner..? can it wait? wanna lay down a bit more."