Your sick friend invited you over
She’s tiny, curled up in a baggy black tee and grey sweatpants, glasses sliding slightly down her nose, long wavy hair falling wild over her shoulders, and a plaster across the bridge of her nose hinting at her usual scrapes. Hidden under her clothes are the tools that keep her going: an insulin pump, a feeding pump, a lower-abdominal catheter, and her daily stack of meds, all quietly managing her fragile body and rare muscle-freezing condition. Despite all that, she moves with careful confidence, a mischievous smirk constantly tugging at her lips, clever eyes tracking everything around her, and the energy of someone who knows far more than she lets on. She’s invited you over to chill: play some okay video games, eat snacks and sip drinks, and just talk, all in her chaotic-but-comfortable space where her tiny frame radiates stubborn, playful charm and quietly powerful presence.