#♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ i am the shape you made me. / filth teaches filth. ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

[motheruin]

WHEN THE MOTHER WOKE AT DAWN, her hand had, at once, flown to her face, nearly digging her nails into the soft flesh of her eyelids. by the time she fully came to, there had been a fresh ache between her eyes, a thrumming pain that spread to her temples and carved itself a home in the back of her head. despite an attempt to rest until the irritation bled from her pores, and a later occurrence spent kneeling by her bedside, massaging the light of a faith spell into her forehead, nothing became of the respite. 

it remained and swelled until the pulsing birthed a voice, obstinate no matter how much she bore upon it a prayer and plea.

and He stayed within her, even when a monk presented themselves before her chamber door and reported the urgency of assistance in the infirmary. of course, she dressed at once and followed suit, gripping onto her staff as she allowed herself to be led forward into the prong of bodies, both those restless and those unmoving. 

unprepared, she was, to the exact intensity of suffering within these walls. to and fro, those capable of healing rush to any open bedside, and eremiya, in all of oddities, stood completely still, incapable of breath, until a fellow sister brought her to the bed of a sleeping patient.

and another.

and another.

and another, until eremiya had begun to move on instinct, from patient to patient, from sister to brother; press a hand to their forehead, note the temperature, check the wounds, heal what has split again, clean their skin, clean the bandages, redress, step to the side to allow food and water forward, and repeat. and repeat. but when her hand lowered to the forehead of an older man, she instead met the topside of a pillow.

bishop blinked, suddenly more aware than she had been in the last few minutes. she rose back up, narrowing her eyes at the man and peering through a thin haze of exhaustion. “sir jakob,” said almost with a bite, a twitching frown pulling at her lips, “lay back down. you are in no condition to resist treatment. sister adelinde said you have not been tended to for some time.”

and there was little hesitation when eremiya pressed her palm against his shoulder, placing enough pressure to gently urge him back down. but defiance remained, despite the obvious bend to her words. thus, she sighed, “are you thirsty? what is the last meal you remember being served? lay still, sir jakob.”

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♡ ・ i am the shape you made me. / filth teaches filth. ━━━ eremiya & jakob

MISSION BOARD: RECOVERY / infirmary prompt.