I'm at that moment all writers fear: worse than writer's block I reached a mental burnout and I can't literally write one bit more on our beloved couple. I must rest my poor brain for now and gather my wits to continue Less Than A Hundred Years.
BTW: Lauren if you are outthere, thank you for all your kind reviews... please tell me more about Gahbae because I can't find any info about it... and please calm down I love you a lot too but I like men... *snorts and laughs*
Spasms
The silence in the room was quiet comfortable.
They had settled quietly, too tired to do much but simply holding each other, after such a busy day. She attended many patients, but he had to go through the drills with the newer WooDalChi’s and was then dragged into several sparring matches with the boys. He’d been tormented by back pains, what was normal in his case (for having carried Dae Man up and down the stairs), and only the warmth of their bath together seemed to calm it down. He’d been very grateful to lay down; and fallen asleep almost immediately.
Eun Soo turned on her side of the bed, her back to him, and sighed in sleep; her feet had also thanked her for lying down.
“Good Heavens Have Mercy!” He cried loudly, suddenly sitting up, one leg straight while his hand fisted and shot out to the gods above. Probably the heavens were angry at him and had decided to torment his sleep through pain; he would bare the pain then, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t shout out right? Eun Soo was sitting up worriedly, hair wild and kneeling beside him; eyes wide and hands over his side, unable to tell what was wrong with him with her mind still asleep.
“What? What?!”
“I’ve got a cramp! Cramp!” His back fell back to the bed, and his leg shot up, and she noticed his toes were curled, except the little one that was attempting to overtake the place of it’s neighbor. She grimaced at the view, and had to turn away and bite her lower lip to keep from reacting verbally. Slowly the cramp died away, and Eun Soo was sorry for her husband at the moment; there was very little she could do at the moment, for such cramps occurred without warning. Probably because of the fatigue his muscles were going through, maybe from dehydration, probably even those flat feet… she would have to check and make sure they weren’t really flat. He took in several deep breaths, and rested on his side of the bed silently, eyes closed.
“Are you alright?”
“My leg hurts.”
“It’s supposed to, your muscle spasm to painful levels.”
“It’s so sudden it always makes me jump awake.”
“Should I check on your back tomorrow? Maybe give you a little license for rest?” He turned to her, eyes opening slightly; in the darkness she could see the mischievous glint. “I could stay in and nurse you back to health.” She suggested, suggestively, and grinning like a child.
“Imja, you are a pervert.” And she smiled, smugly, very lowering to kiss his lips.