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Mira had been pushing herself extra hard the past week, and her body was now punishing her in retaliation.
The moment she woke up, she knew she was in a flare-up.
Her whole body hurt and a heavy sense of fatigue washed over her. Her stomach had also twisted itself into knots, leaving her utterly miserable.
The last thing she wanted to do was burden her girls, though, so she tried to force herself up and out of bed, determined to get through the day regardless of her condition.
Her body immediately protested and, before she could catch herself, she was on the ground, unable to move.
Feeling pathetic and in so much pain, she began to cry, not even registering the sound of her door opening and the footsteps approaching her.
In fact, she didn't process that Rumi and Zoey had come in until they'd moved her back onto her bed, lying on her back with stuffed animals under all her joints for added support.
They always knew just how to take care of her when she was having a flare-up.
"Babe, did you try to push through again?" Zoey asked knowingly. Mira, trying to stop her crying and knew talking would only make it worse, nodded in confirmation, earning a sigh from the rapper. "Mira"
"Don't lecture her right now" Rumi interjected, knowing that scolding Mira for what they were all guilty of wouldn't help the situation. "What do you need right now?" the frontwoman asked, turning her attention back to the struggling woman. "How can we help?"
"I'm sorry" Mira muttered miserably. Her vision was cutting in and out from how sick she felt, and she swore she'd pass out any moment.
And so she did.
Rumi calmly checked the knocked-out woman's vitals while Zoey went to get her heating pad, pain meds, and favorite snacks.
When Mira awoke once more, she still felt ill, but was a whole lot less miserable, and had a girl on each side of her.
How they still loved her even when she got like this? She wasn't quite sure.
But she was extremely grateful.