{"id":4670,"date":"2014-09-20T03:17:36","date_gmt":"2014-09-20T03:17:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/09\/20\/summer-sleeps-very-late-one-morning-and-when-she\/"},"modified":"2014-09-20T03:17:36","modified_gmt":"2014-09-20T03:17:36","slug":"summer-sleeps-very-late-one-morning-and-when-she","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/09\/20\/summer-sleeps-very-late-one-morning-and-when-she\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer sleeps very late one morning, and when she finally appears, she moves stiffly. She spends most of the day on the couch, wearing even looser clothing than usual and occasionally whimpering. Helios actually fetches Ace, staring at him with half-flattened ears until the boy comes with him."},"content":{"rendered":"

ace-omalley<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Ace enjoys watching Helios, the peculiar thing.<\/p>\n

He comes and goes as he pleases; watches Diesel with narrowed eyes from where he\u2019s perched comfortably, even flitted around the dense pooch for a little amusement.<\/p>\n

But\u00a0never<\/em> did he give Ace the time of day like he did that particular morning.<\/p>\n

So, with furrowed eyebrows, he follows the kitty past the threshold of his own home and into Summer\u2019s, where he finds the lass curled into her couch, face contorted in obvious discomfort.<\/p>\n

It takes him a moment to process what\u2019s happening; he thinks back to Echo, and all the times he\u2019s found her (and Allison) curled up in this position, what foods and drinks they best sought comfort in\u2026<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t want to\u00a0assume<\/em> she was on her period; maybe that would anger her in such a state of discomfort. But, maybe she has cramps. And he doesn\u2019t want to come off as careless and retreat back to his apartment, so the lad straightens up and goes to retrieve the jacket he left there the night before.<\/p>\n

“I\u2019m getting you a hot water bottle from Rite Aid. Do you want me to pick up anything else?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

It takes her a moment to be able to speak, as it feels like something twists in her middle. She squeezes her eyes shut and makes a garbled sort of sound. “There’s a heating pad under my bathroom sink, but it’s so hot already … can you just bring me some water?”<\/p>\n

It’s not like Ace to actually be solicitous; she can’t quite decide if she should take advantage of it or not. Another twist in her guts takes the choice away from her; all she can do is moan and grind her teeth together. She doesn’t want him to leave, though. Anything that will take her mind off what her body is doing is awesome.<\/p>\n

When he brings her the water, she gulps down two painkillers and flops back against the pillows, clutching at her middle and breathing hard. It’s not that it’s excruciatingly painful, really, so much as the pain is constant and the cramps make her feel \/really\/ strange, which she hates.<\/p>\n

Helios, having fetched someone with hands, lies down on the floor with his belly up and looks smug. Which is standard for a no-balls kitty.<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

ace-omalley: Ace enjoys watching Helios, the peculiar thing. He comes and goes as he pleases; watches Diesel with narrowed eyes from where he\u2019s perched comfortably, even flitted around the dense pooch for a little amusement. But\u00a0never did he give Ace the time of day like he did that particular morning. So, with furrowed eyebrows, he … Continue reading Summer sleeps very late one morning, and when she finally appears, she moves stiffly. She spends most of the day on the couch, wearing even looser clothing than usual and occasionally whimpering. Helios actually fetches Ace, staring at him with half-flattened ears until the boy comes with him.<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[497,10,223],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4670"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4670"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4670\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}