I’ve decided to revamp the Service Animal Trait set. Instead of two separate versions that are now combined and require the XML Injector v3.
What You Get:
Service Animal Pet Trait: Works with both Cats & Dogs
Guide Dog Pet Trait: Works with Only Dogs
Service Animal Owner Reward Trait: For your Sim
The concept is the same as before where the Sim with the Owner trait will receive buff based on if the pet with the Service Animal or Guide Dog trait is near them. However, I have added 2 social interactions.
[Friendly] Talk about Disability
[Mean] Rant about Fakers
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teehee some angst abt sasha being in the hospital because why Not !!!!! all in has wrecked me so, here's this <3
ps, sorry for any mistakes it is,,, late hasdkhjd
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sasha couldn't remember much after saving marcy, after the adrenaline holding her together began to wear off. she was standing, she knew that, marcy at her side as they waved off anne's parents and went back to amphibia. she remembers saying something, though what was said has escaped her. marcy staying by her side the whole time, hands linked together, unbreakable. her final memory before the ground rushed up to meet her, before the pain that had started as a small sting grew into fire running through her veins hit her like a truck, was about the moon.
through blurry eyes, sasha squints up at the mass of red, much bigger than she's ever seen it before. "it's getting bigger," marcy whispers in her ear, repeating sprig's words in shock.
"thats'," sasha mumbles, her tongue heavy in her mouth, "tha's not good."
something tickles her cheek as marcy turns to her, tired eyes staring a hole through her. "you alright, sash?" she asks quietly, worry underlying the exhaustion. "you look really pale."
"hm?" she hums and her legs wobble as another wave of pain swallows her whole.
small, cold hands cup her cheeks and sasha frowns, marcy's face swimming in front of her. "you're hurt, sash," marcy tells her, any tiredness gone from her voice as she turns to anne. sasha shakes her head, ignoring the pain that follows it. "anne, sasha's hurt!"
her vision goes fuzzy as an anne-like blob joins marcy. "but... she was okay! what happened?" anne cries and even though her voice is beginning to sound far away, sasha can hear the distress clear as day.
"'m 'kay guys," she tries to say. her words seem to bring them no comfort since her legs finally give out and she drops to the floor, only held up by shaking arms.
with the final few seconds of consciousness sasha had, she clung to marcy's shirt as though it was her lifeline and bent her head, mumbling apologies like a prayer until she was drowned by the fire from her back
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anne has never really liked hospitals. she'd been to enough whenever marcy got hurt anne would always be at her side, holding her hands or trying to distract her with stories from her magazines, but the buildings had always made her feel weird. they were all too clean, too white, devoid of anything that would ever make anne feel comfortable.
she knew sasha felt the same. she'd always refused to go when anne asked, her eyes widening for a split second, genuine fear on her face, only to be replaced by a bored look when she realised what she had done. anne didn't understand why sasha was so scared, maybe it too was the plain, monotonous walls and the knowledge that somewhere in that building someone was dying.
it was almost funny in a way, to see sasha lying on one of those hospital beds, tucked in under several blankets and settled on her stomach. anne wonders, as she sits on the end of the bed with marcy curled up in her lap, how sasha is going to react when she wakes up.
because she will wake up, it's just taking a while. it came as no surprise really, being almost sliced with a scythe made of fire was bound to knock her out for a while. what did surprise anne was how long sasha had been able to stay awake and functional after her injury. for hours she walked around, laughing and joking as she helped everyone get fixed up, even going as far as helping marcy change out of that black armor. throughout that whole time, not once did she complain or show any sign of being severely injured.
some semblance of guilt had settled into the pit of anne's stomach after sasha collapsed in marcy's arms. an awful feeling of: i should've known. i should've paid more attention. logically she knew she couldn't have known, not when sasha didn't want to make it known. but anne followed her heart. her heart that ached to see sasha's bandages and the blood that so often seeped through. her heart that ached for the pain to stop, for both sasha and marcy to wake up at her and smile, to let her know they were okay (marcy did do that, would wake up every few hours and give anne a weak smile, but the words she would say were lies. marcy wasn't okay, not when she was so small and would jolt awake from nightmares anne couldn't even imagine).
no, anne thinks to herself, shaking her head to rid herself of her ever present feelings, no, they will be okay, we will be okay. one day.
with a sigh, anne leans against the pillow she'd propped up against the railing, allowing herself to relax ever so slightly as she ran her hands through marcy's hair. she forces herself to pay attention to the room, to note every detail so she doesn't sink back into her thoughts.
the bed is in the middle of the room, pushed against a window that looks over the brown floor of the sea. a single flower (a gladiolus marcy had called it, 'they're sometimes called sword lillies because their petals look like swords,' she'd said as she set it in the blue vase 'it felt fitting. since she fights with swords.') sits on the sill, really the only hint of colour in the white room. the walls are all the same off-white colour anne had always hated and the floor was a marble pattern printed on thick sheets of plastic. she hates it, and she knows sasha will too. around the room are several surfaces, all clean and empty. machines surround the bed, beeping and whirring as they monitor sasha - there's a wire attacked to the back of her hand, anne doesn't know what it gives her but she's almost certain it's what keeps her asleep.
sasha herself looks small. she's laying flat on her stomach, hands up by her head as she sleeps, a small toy has been tucked under her arm (grime put it there, she remembers, after they let him out of his own bed he came over and tucked a roughed up looking bear under her arm, leaving with a parting pat on her head) and in her sleep she'd pulled it slightly closer. her hair had been braided and put over her shoulder - marcy had done it one night after she woke up, slowly weaving sasha's hair with shaking hands, mumbling to herself as she went 'my name is marcy wu, i am fourteen years old, my best friends are anne boonchuy and sasha waybright, they saved me,' over and over until she had calmed down.
sometimes anne wanted to correct her, to lean over and tell her that she saved herself, but she never does, the words catching in her throat each time she gets too close and marcy flinches back. so she sits back and watches the gentle back and forth of sasha's hair as marcy twists it into a new style each night.
anne had never liked hospitals, but here she sat, one friend in her lap and the other laying so close and yet feeling so, so far away.
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the day sasha woke up had started out normally. marcy wakes up first, nudging anne's shoulder as she sits up, an apology tumbling out before she can stop it. anne smiles and tells her its okay, she wasn't really asleep anyway (and she wasn't, how could she when she was so worried about her friends?) before sliding off the bed to say good morning to sasha and get breakfast.
when the first signs of sasha stirring appear, anne is listening to marcy as she talks about the flora she had learned about during her days in newtopia. she's talking about tomato plants when she trails off, her eyes leaving anne's hands to stare at sasha.
"you alright, marshmallow?" anne asks gently, squeezing her hand. it wasn't strange for marcy to zone out, sometimes her eyes would go blank for a moment as her mind wanders to places she doesn't want it to go, but she would always snap back. this time, her eyes are full of light as she squeezes anne's hand in response.
"she's moving!" marcy gasps, crawling from where she was kneeling at the end of the massive bed to lean over sasha's face. "look anne! her nose is twitching!"
anne moves around the bed, her heart pounding out of her chest as she reaches sasha's head. it's true what marcy says, sasha's nose is indeed twitching. she isn't sure if its the exhaustion or relief that causes the laugh to bubble out her chest, but before she knows it anne is giggling quietly as sasha's face scrunches up.
"stop laughing," she grumbles, her voice hoarse.
anne doesn't stop when marcy practically jumps on sasha, wrapping her arms around her as tightly as she can without disturbing the wrappings on sasha's back. "oh sashy you're here! i'm so glad you're okay we were both so worried-"
"'m okay, mars," sasha says tiredly, her voice muffled by the pillow she's being squashed against.
"yeah, sash, we're super glad you're alright," anne snorts at the glare on sasha's face.
"okay, i'm going back to my coma, bye," she says, squeezing her eyes closed and flopping her hands around.
"no," marcy pouts dramatically, pulling away to give sasha her signature wide eyed look. "stay sashy, we missed you."
"tell anne to stop laughing," sasha replies, but there's a smile on her face and she's already opening her eyes.
"aw i wasn't laughing at you, i just think it's cute," anne giggles as sasha's face goes a bright red. "y'know. you and your teddy."
"go away, annie," she mumbles into her pillow, sinking ever deeper.
"what's his name?" she asks, taking a seat on the mattress and placing a hand on sasha's hair.
"none of your business."
"oh come on sasha, you can't come out of a coma and just ignore us."
"i'm ignoring you, not marcy."
marcy grins. anne snorts and begins to card her fingers through the tangled strands. "i'll just get grime to tell me if you don't."
"you're evil, boonchuy," sasha says with a weak laugh. she hugs the bear tighter, hiding the ever growing blush on her face. "his name is lieutenant. if you must know."
marcy coos and pats the bear's head. "that's so cute, sashy."
"thanks, marbles," she huffs.
anne smiles and for the first time in a very long while, anne finds herself not hating hospitals as much. because now they're together, truly together. and she won't let anything tear them apart again.
Sasha: Hey Grime I know you got your arm cut off and I'm bleeding to death from my back and it was all because of the Core using Marcy's body but can you not mention that to her just say some robots did it I don't want her to feel bad.
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