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Zoe woke up in a haze. She wasn't confused, she knew what she had on, and
her bowels were full. She had to get that stuff off, she was not going to
poop that cloth diaper. Where to start? She was probably by herself, it
had been all night, and yelling through the pacifier for help would be
awful even if they could hear her. She figured she could untie the
ribbons on the mittens, but she couldn't bite them with the pacifier in,
she had to see what she was doing, so she fumbled at the stuff attached
to her head -
And then a pair of hands was helping her, pulling it off - the morning
sun shone through the window - and unbuckling the pacifier, and Caroline,
in her pajamas, looked down at her. "You want out?" she asked.
"Yeah, thanks, I gotta poop," Zoe said, sitting up and holding out her
mittens for Caroline to take off. Her phone was plugged in, right where
she'd left it, and - wait, what? "Missed call, voicemail?" Zoe asked,
reaching over as soon as her hands were free, displeased that her friends
must have noticed but didn't let her out as they had for Willa's texts.
"Ricky said it was bullshit," Caroline answered as she moved to take off
Zoe's booties. Oof, that foot-stink. Into the wash with those.
Frustrated, Zoe called her voicemail anyway - if her brother said it was
bullshit, it was almost certainly bullshit, but she had to check - and
listened to the message.
"-ternal Revenue Service. An action may be brought against you, and you
may be subject to arrest. Call-"
"Fucking SCAMMERS!" she cried out in frustration, clenching her phone
angrily and deleting the message quickly. Of course her brother had been
right. She'd first heard that particular scam when she was a very
confused eleven-year-old. She looked around for her clothes; they were
right there, folded up and freshly washed, and she got ready to go poop
and start her day, not wanting to walk around the house naked or in the
prom dress, which had felt like extra blankets around her legs. At least
the thing had some use other than just making her brother look pretty.
"I got a text from my dad, I've got to go back in today," Caroline told
her as she took off the dress and dry diaper. "You'll be all right?"
"I won't be all right until she is," Zoe snapped back.
"I'm sure if you asked them to keep taking care of you," Caroline
started.
"No thanks," Zoe interrupted sharply. Being completely helpless and
looked after by her friends had been pleasant in its own way and probably
what she'd needed at the time, but all it really did was leave her alone
with her thoughts, and she didn't want that anymore. "Sorry, Caroline, I
don't mean to take this out on you..."
"It's fine, you're not in a good spot, none of us are. I just had some
real bad dreams, and those two went and had trauma-sex last night."
"Is that even a word?"
"Is now," Caroline replied, and Zoe, shaking her head and chuckling in
spite of herself, shoved her phone into her pocket and headed to the
bathroom.
A knock on the door interrupted Zoe's bathing. "Mind if we join you?"
Susie asked from the other side.
"Come on in," Zoe replied. It wasn't like they hadn't bathed together
before, and it was Susie's house, after all. They walked in, already
naked and holding hands, and Zoe realized how much her values had shifted
when she saw the handholding as the interesting part. "He's mine today,"
Zoe told Susie straight-out as they stepped into the tub.
"Emotional support?" Susie asked in understanding.
"Starcraft," Zoe replied. "We're going to have breakfast - here, not
there, you've got the better food - and then I'm going to take Ricky home
and play Starcraft with him all day so I'm not thinking about anything
else." She was getting literally sick with worry, and she looked over at
the two of them, cuddled together, with envy. They were healthy. They
didn't have to worry about each other's bodies falling apart for no
reason other than stupid, weird genetic bullshit. But that wasn't fair to
them, they'd done everything they could to help Leslie, especially
Richard, and neither one of them objected in the slightest to her taking
her brother's time all day. She started to judge herself, and worry about
them judging her, and she knew that was just stupid and she tried to
shrug it off.
Zoe abruptly came to the determination that, if Leslie really became
truly healthy at the end of this, she was going to team up with her and
the other girls, convince Susie to buy one of those ridiculous dresses
from Spectral, set aside a very large chunk of time, and sissify the
absolute hell out of her brother. It was the most fitting method she
could think of to reward him.
But, at that moment, all she wanted was for her phone to make noise, any
noise, Discord or texts or calls, and it remained stubbornly silent even
thought she knew the volume was turned up.
The four of them ate breakfast together, and Zoe hurt at the fact that it
wasn't the five of them, wondering what things were like at their
previous meals. Had the others evne had dinner yesterday... oh, right, of
course they had, Zoe had been fed hers through the pacifier, she'd even
enjoyed it. But that morning was silent, almost funereal and somber, and
Zoe had to say something, anything, to make it not feel like a wake.
Leslie was okay, damn it, she was in the hospital, she wasn't dead!
"Caroline, can you drive us home this morning? I don't want to walk." She
was absolutely not feeling up to anything resembling physical activity,
and she didn't want to see, let alone meet, anyone else on the paths.
"No problem," Caroline immediately replied, and Zoe thanked her
reflexively, her mind entirely on where Leslie was and what she was
doing.
Leslie was in the shade of a tree under the bright sun, enjoying a
pleasant picnic with her friends, all of whom, even Zoe and Caroline,
were wearing frilly dresses as beautiful as hers. They drank tea with
their pinkies extended under their frilly white gloves, and they took
turns skipping rope and playing hopscotch, and Leslie never missed a
single jump. The five of them did cheer rehearsals in their pretty
dresses and long, curly hair full of sparkly bows, dancing and holding
hands around the tree and giggling the whole time, and then they rode My
Little Ponies sidesaddle around the grass. It was all so silly, and she
knew she was dreaming the whole time, but she wanted to keep it going as
long as she could. She didn't want to open her eyes and see the hospital
lights and hospital walls surrounding her, all the equipment hooked up to
her broken body. In her condition, what else was there to do but
daydream?
Her reverie was eventually interrupted by Mindy, the first person she saw
that day, and her face was a pleasant sight - except for the fact that
she'd been upset. This alarmed Leslie quite a bit. "Leslie, you're going
to be okay, but before we even start this meeting today, I just want to
tell you that I should have realized that you weren't in good shape this
morning and I'm sorry." This worried her. She was going to be okay how?
Compared to what? Leslie also felt that she should have been apologizing,
that Mindy had warned her about this exact thing and she hadn't
recognized it.
"What...?" she managed to croak out, but she felt like it was drowned out
under the oxygen flow.
"It's complicated, and I'll let Dr. Bonesnapp talk about it." Leslie
didn't have to wait; the man was shortly in the door with both of her
parents, right along with Dr. Sinchurch, who... couldn't keep the smile
off his face? What...?
"Leslie, are you aware right now? Can you hear me?" Dr. Bonesnapp asked,
and the girl did the best she could to nod her head. "Excellent. The
reason you're in here today is because your cells had a little bit of a
disagreement with each other. As it turns out, judging from the biopsies
we took, Dr. Sinchurch's therapy was able to affect anywhere from four-
fifths to seven-eighths of your muscle cells, which I'm given to
understand is frankly miraculous for this kind of therapy. Their cellular
walls were restored, and they were able to exert more force.
Unfortunately, the unaffected cells really aren't able to withstand that
force."
Leslie weakly laughed behind her oxygen mask. It was a solution her
girlfriend's brother would love, she was sure, at least his dark side.
Most of the cells had been turned good, and then the good ones had torn
the bad ones to pieces. That explained why she'd felt so totally weird,
why she'd had no idea what was happening. She'd become stronger and
weaker at the same time.
"The current problem is that, as you know, having too many dead muscle
cells floating around in your system is really not good for you. If your
friends had delayed in getting you here, your condition would be much
worse than it is, especially your kidneys," he continued seriously.
"Right now, we're just going to keep flushing your system and doing what
we can to promote muscle growth. For now, just wait."
"Would another dose of gene therapy help?" Willa asked.
"No," Dr. Sinchurch immediately replied. "Our therapy is a multivector
injection with enough of a dose to affect every cell in her body many
times over. Multiple injections have shown a negligible effect in animal
models. I can say with some certainty that pretty much every cell that's
going to be affected has been affected."
"And I would advise against her immune system being suppressed under
these conditions anyway," Dr. Bonesnapp added. "Right now, we're in
uncharted territory and a bit of a tricky situation. Leslie, in the next
coming weeks at least, if you exercise too much, so many more Duchenne
cells will die at once that you'll be back in rhabdo again, and your
kidneys really can't afford that. Don't exercise enough, and those stem
cells are going to go to waste and you might have additional atrophy on
top of that. We need to find a balance, and that balance will change," he
said with a glance at Mindy. He leaned down next to Leslie, cupping one
of her hands in his own, and she found to some relief that she could curl
her fingers. "You're getting better. You're getting much better. Dr.
Sinchurch and I believe that it is very possible that you will be walking
unassisted by the end of the summer. Just pace yourself."
This was the advice she had gotten from Mindy, and she had expected more
of it. But the other thing he told her, 'walking unassisted by the end of
the summer' - she almost couldn't even parse that at first, especially
not in her current state. No more braces, no more walkers, no more
wheelchairs. Just walking, like she used to, walking on trails and to
movies and on sandy islands, like a normal person - well, as normal as
everyone else in the Squad. She started quietly hyperventilating a
little, her eyes moist. "When can I go home?" she carefully asked, trying
to make herself heard.
"Not for a few days at least, we're not letting you get discharged
earlier than you should be this time," he said, and the way he said it
made Leslie (correctly) suspect that he'd been arguing with the hospital
administration. "Right now, I just want to go over some things with you
and your parents." She would be taking more pills, as she'd expected, and
she was already being given quite a few things through the IV tube: anti-
inflammatories, carefully dosed steroids, and a cocktail of bodybuilding
supplements; the only thing that was lacking was the extra protein (the
liquefied musclemen, she thought to herself), as there was too much
protein in her bloodstream as it was. She got strict orders not to move
in certain ways, once she was able to do that. The next time she would
meet Mindy would be with a greatly revised therapeutic regimen, and
before then, she really wasn't allowed to move much at all. She would
have to be paying a lot of attention to certain pain signals, after
having experienced what that felt like, and someone would still have to
be closely examining the color of her urine. But 'walking unassisted',
those magic words, kept her attentive. She could trust Mindy and her
doctors. If she just did what they told her, she would walk unassisted.
But, at that moment, just her arms felt like they weighed a hundred
pounds. She tried to lift one of them, but her body told her that such a
thing was a dreadful idea and that she ought to stop.
Dr. Bonesnapp and the other professionals bid their goodbyes and well-
wishes and left Leslie alone with her parents. Robert took one look
around, making sure that no one was looking, and then suddenly hugged his
daughter. He really wasn't supposed to do that just then, there was a
pandemic going on after all, but he couldn't help himself. His daughter,
the girl he'd sworn to take care of ever since he and his wife rescued
her from those awful birth parents, had come damn near to dying, and he
hadn't even been there... and then Willa was on the other side of the
bed, leaning in and hugging her as well. "Is there anything we can do for
you right now?" Willa asked.
That question had an easy answer. "Tell Zoe," Leslie said, as loud as she
could. Her memories of yesterday were smeared, but she distinctly
remembered how freaked out Zoe had been. She and the rest of the Squad
would want to know all of this, right away.
"Text Zoe? Of course, I'll do that right away," her mother said, and it
was close enough that Leslie didn't correct her. "You're not able to?"
Leslie looked to her phone and tried to lift her arm again, but it still
just didn't work. Her mother, in complete understanding, took the phone
off the table, laid it on her chest, and helpfully lifted Leslie's hands
over it. "When you can, sweetheart."
"Thanks, Mom," Leslie said, and smiled behind her oxygen mask. Her
parents kissed her through their own flu masks and left her alone. She
tried to move around her phone in her hands, but her forearms didn't
really want to and it was a lost cause. She closed her eyes and went back
to semi-wakefulness, dreaming of princesses (one of them a boy) and
unicorns and castles in the clouds while her overtaxed kidneys urinated
dead, rejected muscle remains into her diaper.
Richard's heels made cute little clicking noises on the path to his
house, and he graciously opened the door for his morose sister. "All
right, little sis, you and I are going to play until-" she started saying
before her phone abruptly went off. It was in her hand in a second, and
she was reading the text from Willa with wide eyes. "Oh my God. Oh my
God!" she said, breathing rapidly, reading what Willa was telling her.
"The treatment, it made most cells good but killed too many bad ones, but
it actually worked, she's getting better..." Richard leaned over her
shoulder to see what she was talking about and understood very quickly.
Zoe summarized it in their chat almost at once, with immediate, happy
replies from Susie. "I still want to do this, though," she told her
brother. She was still emotionally wound up.
Putting herself into the role of Sarah Kerrigan (although she usually
played Terrans) was relieving. It was just the enjoyment of being in
charge, especially when 'in charge' also included somebody who was,
almost universally, way too good for the opponents they were facing. She
definitely understood the appeal of being a domme, especially when the
sub was someone like him. She wasn't Susie, but if she pushed his buttons
in a nice way, she could snap her fingers and he'd do basically anything
she wanted, too.
That was how they spent their day: Crush noobs, talk for a bit, brush his
long, pretty hair before putting it back in pigtails, eat lunch, go back
to crushing noobs again. Zoe had just finished massing up for a big push
when her plugged-in phone made the characteristic bloop sound and she
spared a movement to turn the screen on. "That's Leslie!" she shouted,
forgetting for half a second that she was in the middle of a difficult
game. Within a fraction of a second, she sent her entire army across the
map at one of the enemies in an un-micromanaged all-out assault, taking
another half-second to queue up unit production. "Ricky, KILL THEM!" she
commanded her brother in the other room. He wasn't quite going easy on
the opposition, but she knew that he had been holding back somewhat,
giving her a chance to make a difference.
[1:51 PM] Leslie: typing hard
[1:52 PM] Leslie: all muscles hurt
[1:52 PM] Zoe: But they'll totally heal!
[1:52 PM] Leslie: yes
Waiting for 'Leslie is typing...' was the hardest thing in the world for
Zoe, and she took a moment to send in more army and look at the
blistering battle in the middle of the map. Her forces - and Richard's -
had met both opponents dead center, and while she wasn't microing well,
he certainly was, and between his rapidly blinking Stalkers and storming
Templars, he was punching well above the weight of his very large army.
[1:53 PM] Leslie: you got mom's message
[1:53 PM] Zoe: Yes, she told us everything. I hope it happens so much!
[1:53 PM] Zoe: I've been so worried about you. I'm so sorry I didn't
realize what was going on earlier!!
'Leslie is typing...' again, and most of her army was moving towards the
opponent's corner where she'd sent it. The other opponent was trying to
save his friend, but they gave up as it was hopeless, and Zoe saw the
Victory screen while that frustrating, maddening 'Leslie is typing...'
stayed right where it was.
[1:55 PM] Leslie: It was my fault, not your fault. My body.
Zoe didn't know how to reply, but fortunately, her friends did.
[1:56 PM] Caroline: let's not do the blame ourselves thing, ok? none of
us knew wtf was happening until zoe saw it.
[1:56 PM] Susie: What Caroline said.
[1:56 PM] Richard: All that matters is that you got there in time.
[1:58 PM] Leslie: Only problem is my kidneys.
[2:02 PM] Leslie: Last hour they put a tube down my throat and I have an
IV too. Cleaning me out. Peeing constantly. :cry:
[2:02 PM] Susie: Is it the nose kind?
[2:04 PM] Leslie: NO thank god! They actually asked which I wanted
[2:06 PM] Leslie: They'll take it out in another hour or so..
[2:08 PM] Leslie: So hard to type and battery running out but I need to
say this
[2:08 PM] Zoe: Listening.
[2:11 PM] Leslie: I daydream of us as little princesses doing silly
little princess stuff. Unicorns, rainbows, jump rope, dancing, pattycake,
Even you Caroline! I know how silly that is but there's nothing else to
do. I get out "in a few days".
[2:12 PM] Zoe: Make your daydreams as sweet as you want. I love you so
much Leslie. :heart:
[2:12 PM] Leslie: :hearts:
[2:12 PM] Caroline: that is the sweetest thing and i don't mind either
[2:12 PM] Susie: I already know who's not excluded from these daydreams.
[2:14 PM] Leslie: Of course he isn't, it was harder to imagine Zoe and
Caroline :laughing:
[2:14 PM] Richard: :laughing:
[2:15 PM] Susie: I propose we make them come true as soon as we can.
[2:15 PM] Caroline: granted
[2:15 PM] Zoe: Agreed.
[2:15 PM] Richard: Yes, Your Highness.
[2:18 PM] Leslie: You are all the best. I have to stop now. Talk to you
tomorrow. I love you Zoe. :hearts::hearts::hearts:
Zoe decided it was a good time to stop their galactic reign of terror and
go back to more sedate activities, and she found herself hugging her
brother because she needed someone to hug.
They spent the next three days as they had the first time Leslie was in
the hospital. Even though she wasn't in isolation this time, and her
parents visited daily, she still didn't want her friends seeing her like
that, even more crippled and helpless than usual. Heather took her
children outside for Saturday again; one day a week was actually better
than the none she'd really had with them before all this started. She
didn't understand why the therapy had only affected most, not all of the
cells, and her children didn't get it either, but apparently it was a
regular problem for therapies of that kind.
Sunday, the able-bodied members of the Squad went out swimming together,
making good use of their Y memberships. Caroline was surprisingly sedate
that day, and she explained that she'd felt the PMDD coming on, so she'd
drank a lot of calming tea and done meditation exercises. Richard wasn't
sure whether that was placebo or not, but it seemed to work, and her
attitude was much better than it had been last month. Leslie, too, was in
good spirits. She had her phone and its charger within reach, she could
finally feed herself and swallow properly again, and she said she could
feel some strength returning, sometimes in places where she wasn't even
sure she'd had strength before the treatment. That might have been
placebo, too, but that was what all the testing equipment was for.
Monday was the same way, Caroline with a half-day of work. It was almost
normal, except for the fact that Zoe once found cause to say, out loud,
that she refused to accept their group being without Leslie as 'normal'
in the slightest, and no one argued with that. Richard was starting to
notice a gradual change in Susie's attitude towards him, a growing sense
of satisfaction with his behavior, what he did and the way he did it,
almost a sort of smugness. It certainly wasn't mean-spirited, and she
wasn't telling him to do anything out of the ordinary - well, out of the
ordinary for them, anyway. But he couldn't shake the feeling that
something was up, and he had a hard time getting to sleep that night. (It
was his own bed; Heather had insisted on having her children eat dinner
at home before the food went bad.)
Something just wasn't right; something else was going on, he was certain
of it, something that had nothing to do with Leslie. He thought about
schedules, and regular happenings, and timing. He thought of things that
did happen, and things that didn't, what they weren't doing and what they
were. He thought of attitudes and reactions, of plans, of what-ifs and
if-thens.
And then - he realized!
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