stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: steph/eddie
[Despite setbacks and attacks and heartache scattered throughout the last few weeks of treatment, Stephanie was making progress. Real, true progress. It was slow still, of course, but the combination of medications, therapies and people on her ward she was getting to know was making things so much easier. She was warming up to Dr. Coleman and the idea of talking about everything she had been through. About her father and mother, about the family, about vigilantism. About Black Mask, Owlman, Earth-3. Seeing her teammates picked off one by one. The horrors that still haunted some of her weakest nights when she closed her eyes and didn't feel the warmth of Eddie sleeping next to her.
She wasn't completely well by any means, but she was getting better.
There were still plenty of moments of inexplicable terror, of the nightmares, of the sensitive tears over problems she couldn't solve if she tried, of missing her old life so much her chest burned. She missed Eddie every single second of every day he wasn't around, and all she wanted was to plan their wedding and get on with their lives. Have the farm and their pets and their babies. And she knew he wanted that, too, and she suspected it was getting to him more than he wanted to admit. Eddie kept telling her he could wait, but how long could anyone possibly do that? That niggling worry festered in her brain more and more as the weeks went on. Stephanie was so fucking scared of losing him because she couldn't get her shit together fast enough. Because she was creating a rift between the two of them.
Funnily enough, the doctor had talked to her about guilt that day, and how heavily it could weigh down on someone, and how she had no need to feel guilty about her brain and trying to get better. It was a good meeting, and Steph understood where he was coming from. She was trying to shake that off. All the heaviness in her brain melted away though the second she heard a familiar voice.]
Hi. [A slow smile spread across her face, and he could see a sort of peacefulness in her for the first time since she'd arrived. She was in baggy shorts today, tattoos crawling up her legs, and one of his t-shirts she'd managed to convince him to pack for her: his imaginary/rational numbers math joke t-shirt. Purple chucks on her feet, her toe twisted on the floor as she smiled over at him and his beautiful flowers.] They're beautiful. [She stepped forward and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. After their fight the night before, she felt the distance all the more between them, so now that he was here? She felt so much better. She pulled back, smiling again, and reached to tug at his hand.] Hi, baby.