Backlash ((Open to Sasha, Sel, and Morty))
Ali returned home, not sure of the time and not entirely caring. She moved slowly and without her usual grace, dropping Casey's leash without removing it from his collar. She followed her hungry boy into the kitchen, the takeout she'd promised Sel tucked into the fridge, food for Casey dumpt messily in the vicinity of his dish. She didn't seem to notice the mess, and Casey was more than happy to chase after it anyway.
She felt ill. Her insides were cold and knotted, and her knees were weak. She didn't so much fall as wilt, curling up on the floor to cry out the poisons.
She felt ill. Her insides were cold and knotted, and her knees were weak. She didn't so much fall as wilt, curling up on the floor to cry out the poisons.