Prompt 164, Pills, "A New Daily Routine"
Title: A New Daily Routine
Series: any/all
Word Count: 336
Rating: PG
Characters: Izumi & Sig
Summary: Izumi had always been a healthy person.
Warnings: none
Before she had witnessed the Truth, Izumi had been perfectly healthy. She had trained hard, worked hard, eating and loving well.
Within a week of her transgression, she became better acquainted with doctors and examines, tests and treatments than she imagined the entire rest of her life had made her. The effects an alchemic rebound could wreck on the body were something strange and beyond the bounds of ordinary medical science.
All the local doctor could do was, as she had expected, come up with a regimen to manage her symptoms. Izumi understood. Her case was beyond unusual. The little white paper bag the pharmacist placed her bottles of pills in was light, and yet it still felt like the heaviest thing she had ever carried. Sig offered to hold it for her and Izumi accepted.
That evening she sat at the kitchen corner sorting out the schedule she would follow in taking them. This one, one twice a day; that other, just a half once a day, and so forth. Just like that- another routine for daily living.
If she took her case to some expert in Central (there had to be someone- at least one person- within the national military-industrial complex who worked within the area of overlap between alchemy and medicine, it was possible that she might receive an alternate form of treatment, but there was obviously no going back. No "cure."
And there was no way she would make that trip. She couldn't imagine any way she could receive that expert diagnosis without the cause being recognized and understood. Unwanted military attention would be quick to follow, and that was something Izumi could not allow. ...Even if she did, there was always the possibility that there was nothing more anyone could offer her than a life of regular follow-up exams and a handful of pills.
That she had Sig and their love for one another was enough. She'd take her pills promptly every day. There were plenty of things worth living for.
Series: any/all
Word Count: 336
Rating: PG
Characters: Izumi & Sig
Summary: Izumi had always been a healthy person.
Warnings: none
Before she had witnessed the Truth, Izumi had been perfectly healthy. She had trained hard, worked hard, eating and loving well.
Within a week of her transgression, she became better acquainted with doctors and examines, tests and treatments than she imagined the entire rest of her life had made her. The effects an alchemic rebound could wreck on the body were something strange and beyond the bounds of ordinary medical science.
All the local doctor could do was, as she had expected, come up with a regimen to manage her symptoms. Izumi understood. Her case was beyond unusual. The little white paper bag the pharmacist placed her bottles of pills in was light, and yet it still felt like the heaviest thing she had ever carried. Sig offered to hold it for her and Izumi accepted.
That evening she sat at the kitchen corner sorting out the schedule she would follow in taking them. This one, one twice a day; that other, just a half once a day, and so forth. Just like that- another routine for daily living.
If she took her case to some expert in Central (there had to be someone- at least one person- within the national military-industrial complex who worked within the area of overlap between alchemy and medicine, it was possible that she might receive an alternate form of treatment, but there was obviously no going back. No "cure."
And there was no way she would make that trip. She couldn't imagine any way she could receive that expert diagnosis without the cause being recognized and understood. Unwanted military attention would be quick to follow, and that was something Izumi could not allow. ...Even if she did, there was always the possibility that there was nothing more anyone could offer her than a life of regular follow-up exams and a handful of pills.
That she had Sig and their love for one another was enough. She'd take her pills promptly every day. There were plenty of things worth living for.