#cant uou just listen the first time??? cant you see the problem???

[phoebelovingcare]

"gee, bee, it's been a long while since anyone's seen mage sister art from you! isn't that something you used to be known for? what happened?" well you see someone came into my inbox to ask me why actual, genuine, in-real-life incest was bad, not exaggerating, and well that was it for me

[lazarusrisingx]

sylus x disabled reader HC

the first few dates he notices how easily exhausted they are. how by the end of the date your subtly massaging the muscle on one of your legs and it doesnt seem to want to bend fully. how you stumble a bit more walking on your left or right side.

he notices the slight look of pain when you get on your feet, its barely readable for normal people but sylus is so watchful he can see that your in some sort of pain almost instantly.

he finds it odd that you get one particular week off of work a month, and he notices a little bruise on your arm from an IV during that week. he notices how slow you reply and how you dont go anywhere that entire week.

hes definatley curious. but he doesnt want to press on something sensitive so he doesnt ask just yet.

he notices that when you get out of the car or stand up your knuckles go white on your chair or the nearest surface as if your trying to hold yourself up. he sees how you blink a little more rapidly and seem to sway a bit, but you smile and continue on as if its not clear you just got very dizzy.

Sylus notices the amount of timers on your phone, how you seem to know just seconds before they go off and excuse yourself from dinner to go to the bathroom. he can hear the faint click of pill bottles in your purse.

Sylus sees how you take gasping breaths, a hand on your chest as you casually continue to conversate as if you dont seem to be choking for air.

it concerns him. gods does it concern him. he knows something is wrong but cant tell what it is exactly. he sees you in pain and wants desperately to help. if he could breath for you he would.

you start to notice he walks slower with you. pointing out big bumps or cracks in sidewalks. how he quickly adapts to steadying you when you stand up as if its completely natural, offering you his arm when you stand up and if you refuse it, he stands closely beside you, one hand hovering beside your shoulder.

you really didnt want to tell him so early on about your medical conditions. about how numb and painful your leg gets. about how heavy it feels when you walk and thats why you stumble and begin tripping. you didnt want to explain to him why uou gasped for air or fell into fits of coughing and had to excuse yourself to expel whatever came up from your lungs.

until one night, after a few drinks, the two of your were sitting down and you took a gasping breath.

“why do you do that sweetie?” he asked quietly

his words were slightly slurred and his eyes looked down on you with nothing but delicate concern

your stomach twisted in knots as uou thought up an excuse. many times you had explained your disability to someone, and many times you were ghosted the next day.

“i…uh-“

“if your sick you dont have remain here, i can call you a cab.” he said

you let out a quiet sigh shaking your head.

he tilted his head to the side and leaned forward.

“its not… im not sick like that.”

thus began an hour long conversation of your medical problems. detailing from when they first began to now, and everything it entails.

he listens without saying a word. his expression unreadable. inside though, he feels anxious. not because he doesnt think you cant handle this. but because you feel like you need to handle it on your own. the two of you had been having little dates for a while now. if he had been more aware of these things, he wouldve planned other activities.

“so yeah… its a lot i know but you dont have to worry. i have it under control theres nothing you need to do or worry about.”

he gave a quiet chuckle.

“i may not need to do anything sweetie, i may not need to worry. but i will worry, and those appointments, transfusions are difficult to deal with on your own especially if you feel that sick after them. ill go with next month. you can stay here, get some actual rest.” He said

it was as if this was decided for you.

“its not really that serious sylus-“

“its not serious for you. it is your normal life. but that doesnt mean i dont take it very seriously… as for that doctor who isnt taking you seriously..”

a flicker of darkness crosses over his face as he smirks.

“sylus-“

“i have someone else who can help you. who will actually listen. i dont need to come to the appointment but i know that he wouldnt dismiss you like that peice of shit does.”

“my insurance only covers this doctor. i cant see anyone else its not like its primary care this is for a specialized doctor.”

“who said you would need insurance? if you go to my doctor, the visit will be free.” sylus said

you can only stare slack jawed at him for a moment.

“sylus-“

“i assure you, sweetie, you dont deserve to live without an answer for all of this. and i… plan to be around you for a long time. if youll have me that is.”

nearly tearing up, you accept his help. tentatively. and from that day on sylus is even more watchful of you.

he helps you stand up, but always backs off if you ask him to. when your leg begins hurting he finds a space for you to lay down, or he makes one. within a month youve got an inhaler, which he keeps one on his person at all times just for you. he helps organize and get your medication ready so you dont have to lug around a bag of pills. and when you go in for your infusions, instead of being pushed out in a wheelchair by a nurse to wait for a cab, Sylus carries you out himself, kissing your forehead as the meds they gave you keep you asleep, letting you lie down in the backseat, and ordering your favorite meal to be prepared when you get home.

when your pain is bad, he sits next you, rubbing your head and taking careful notes on how many times your legs spasm, calls in a doctor to visit the home to administer special medication, and stays up all night to keep you company.

when you really cant breath, he keeps you propped up and in front of a cold fan, the heat always makes it harder to breath for you. he bought a pulse ox and makes sure you never drop below 92% o2 saturation.

to think you had to do this on your own before was unfathomable for him. it was a true sign of strength that you were able to push through and care for yourself so well when writhing in pain or gasping for air for hours on end.

it was a true sign of strength. but now you didnt need to be that strong. he was there to take on those tasks, and he was happy to do so.

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this is so self indulgent because i have lung problems, massive dizzy spells, an immune defficiency that recquires monthly infusions and tons of meds, and leg pain/ mobility problems. i feel like Sylus would be the ultimate caregiver who never scolds you for missing meds or not keeping up with yourself because he can see how exhausted it makes you and how burnt out you are by all of it. and when you need to be angry and cry because you hate the way your body fails you he is right there to listen, never chiming in that it coild be worse or trying to say your not doing enough to manage your conditions. i feel like zayne would do that ngl.

i love him sm fr