jeriendhal | Thirty Days of Drabbles

For

mjkj's prompt of, " A continuation with Nan and Nez at the First One's sanctuary."

Nan looked at the walking frame with trepidation.

"It's not that scary looking, is it?" Nez asked.

"It looks like a Varn torture device from a bad Time of Subjugation vid," Nan replied.

"It'll be all right, I'll help you into it." Her wazagan roommate scooped Nan up out of her wheelchair and held her under the shoulder as the walking frame scooted forward on its own and clamped itself around Nan's legs and waist, over the cycling shorts she wore. "Okay, it looks like all the pressure points are evenly distributed and the interface is snug against your spine," Nez said confidently. "Let's see how you do."

She let go and then Nan was standing on her own for the first time in the ten months since her spine had been severed. Electric motors whined as Nan took a cautious step forward, then suddenly began windmilling her arms in panic as she she started to topple over.

Nez grabbed her as she fell, helping Nan down to the ground as the vulpine girl started to sob. "I thought I was going to be able to walk again."

"Hey, come on, it's okay. It'll take some practice, just like anything," Nez said, still holding her.

"I'm sorry, Nez, but I'm just so Goddess damned tired of being hurting, being helpless," Nan said. "I hate falling onto my face!"

She rested her cheek on Nez's warm shoulder, as the wazagan stroked her headfur and whispered, "It's okay, I'll be here to catch you."

Note: It's sisterly love. :p Nez's race are biologically incapable of getting aroused by what gets most mammals going in this universe.