205 - A God, Graceful

Lin

My day has been spent, yet again, resisting the urge to jump into traffic.

At this point, are we even surprised?

The cà phê sữa đá may have, admittedly, contributed to said suicidal impulse.

In my defense, I needed it to heal some ancestral wounds that bin boy left in projecting his racism onto me.

Before anyone yells at me for not buying food to go with it, I got myself some cơm chiên gà (Việt fried rice with chicken), which I have yet to eat.

Yes, I would like to eat. No, I cannot.

Unhelpfully, I also injured my throat singing.

Which means I'll have to rest my voice for a while.

Lying here, my head, heck, my whole body, calls out to me with much askance. As it does, I sense a gentle tap on my head.

Nozvezh vat, stranger.

Cathuaboda!

Alo, Cathy.

Cathy, if you didn't know already, is a Gaulish Goddess of Death, Change, War and weather, among other things. She appeared to me in system yesterday, and now, it seems, in the nemeton.

You ought to either sleep or eat.

I nod.

I know.

She frowns.

You're shaking.

Yup.

Sighing, she takes a seat alongside me.

Has Jane helped you get the medication yet?

I tilt my head curiously.

Homeopathy or prescription?

Both, I guess.

Mat eo din. Homeopathy, yes. Prescription, no. Though my thought is that stuff with regards to medication and physical recovery will be dealt with starting tomorrow.

She nods.

Sounds like a plan.

For a minute, there's a pause. Then:

Why Jane? I mean, she has been helping with my hypos, but given what it is, wouldn't either Alison or Montgomery be better informed?

Jane has been directly experiencing it through you, as a hands on physiospiritual doctor. She knows best what remedies you need for your symptoms, as she sees the links between your physical and spiritual health, and has the knowledge to take care of it.

You are good at seeing the links, but Jane is the expert, and less affected by trauma than you, as well as knowing the system and spiritual plane that you exist on better as it is now. It's not because you aren't skilled, it's because this has consistently been Jane's conscious environment.

She definitely doesn't want you to consider this inadequacy on your part, and neither do I. Mat eo din?

Mat eo din.

Had I known that Jane was a specialist, I would have asked her more questions about herself. All I really know is that she's a version of me from another part of the multiverse that has lived a few past lives beyond Earth.

Frankly, she deserves more recognition.

Trugarez. To both of you.

For what?

For taking care of me.

Cathy smiles, pulling me into a one armed embrace that smells of clove and tulips.

Atav, cousin.