The Weapon
The girl woke up slowly, feeling incredibly weak and lethargic. Her throat felt like it had been through the wars. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, and noticed a glass of water placed just out of reach. With what felt like a herculean effort, she forced herself to sit up. This act alone nearly used up all her strength, and she could barely muster enough to pick up the glass of water in a hand she noticed was trembling far more than it should be.
She managed to take a few sips before the glass slipped through her fingertips and shattered against the ground. She cursed inwardly and hoped someone would be able to help her get some more water.
Finally, she noticed her wife staring at her accusingly from an oversized chair. She misinterpreted the reason for that look so hurriedly started trying to apologize about the glass.
"I'm really sorry. I don't know why I was unable to hold on to it. It just slipped and I don't know why. My fingers just felt like they lost all strength for a moment."
The Weapon noticed that this apology had caused the scowl on her wife's face to intensify, so she stopped trying to talk, much to the gratitude of her throat. For her part, Yulia simply walked over to a small supply closet and pulled out a broom and dustpan. She very carefully and meticulously swept up every single piece of glass, and then she deposited all of it inside the trash can.
Seeing this, The Weapon felt even more guilt, and tried to apologize again. "I really am sorry, I am normally not nearly this weak."
Yulia didn't respond to that except to snort lightly at that last bit, before schooling her expression into one of impassivity. She pulled out another glass from a cupboard, and carefully filled it with water, this time only to the halfway mark. Instead of handing this glass to her directly, Yulia once again set it down just out of reach. The Weapon had to lean over and stretch to grab the glass, and she almost failed to correct her posture.
With her payload secured, The Weapon leaned back against the wall and held the glass with both hands. She wasn't going to take any chances this time. After finishing the glass, she still felt thirsty but she now felt like a person again. She even felt a small amount of strength coming back to her. So much so that she grew overconfident and held the glass in one hand fully outstretched as she asked for some more water. Predictably, it slipped from her fingertips but this time Yulia caught it almost instantly and refilled it to the halfway mark again.
Instead of handing it back to her, Yulia held it for her to drink from. The Weapon found this to be somewhat embarrassing, but sadly necessary. Her arms just simply did not have much strength left in them, and her fingers seemed to have no dexterity at all.
She hesitated at her next request, but her body made it clear it wouldn't give her a lot of time to dither about it. "Yulia, would you be willing to help me go to the bathroom?"
If her arms were not strong enough to lift a glass, how did she expect her legs to hold her entire body weight?
Yulia scooped her up and carried her to a nearby bathroom, and left her standing by a counter, which she used to support her weight. There were even convenient rails with which to lower herself down. After she finally did all that, she completed her business with much enthusiasm. Afterwards, she dragged herself back up to a standing position and used the counter to drag herself to the sink. There she washed her hands before feeling herself overcome by a wave of exhaustion.
As soon as she turned off the sink, Yulia entered the bathroom and carefully scooped her up once more before depositing her on the hospital bed.
When The Weapon tried to ask her any further questions, Yulia would only say that the doctor would be in shortly.
Shortly took longer than The Weapon might have hoped, and she felt her eyelids growing heavy once more before succumbing to sleep. As she slept, she dreamt of things that were true, and things that she hoped were not.