#post canon.

[nursewashing]

the wind blows gently, and anya is glad to be outside; it's one of those things that she really did take for granted back when she was working on the tulpar. now that she's not suffering on an intergalactic space freighter, she's been learning to rediscover the simple things in life. it's... nice, in a way.

while going on one of her runs to clear her head, she tends to get quite focused; the former tulpar nurse is so lost in the sauce that she quite literally bumps into a stranger who appeared to previously be interacting with a butterfly — one that has now fluttered far away.

❛ ah! oh, god. i am SO sorry! e- excuse me. i didn't see you there... are you all right, sir? ❜

@circusroyal

[nursewashing-a]

the air is crisp as anya walks along the park trail, still readjusting to the solid ground of earth. ( it's a big adjustment, and that's a bigger understatement. ) as the season changes, she's kept to her tried and true fashion - warm clothes and an incredibly soft and cozy turtleneck. she takes in the nature around her with quiet consideration, finally feeling for a moment that she might be at peace. this peace, however, is momentarily disturbed when she notices someone fall down. approaching the stranger out of concern, the woman briefly notes just how vibrantly pink their hair is before she speaks up.

❛ hey, are– are you okay? ❜ anya's voice wavers a bit as she walks up to @epitaffia, her worry clear in her tired eyes. ❛ that looked like a nasty tumble. i– i can help, if you'd like. i have a first aid kit in my purse. ❜

[nursewashing]

it's a cloudy day and anya's on her way home from the library. studying these days feels a lot easier, more often than not, outside of the house. she tends to occupy public spaces that are relatively peaceful, and that tends to be the library more often than not. coffee shops are nice, but coffee is expensive and she's on a budget after losing her job at pony express. as she's walking along the sidewalk, however, she can't help but catch a glimpse of a man who's very clearly injured.

concern immediately sets in, and she wastes no time in flagging @leaderbond down. ❛ um — excuse me! sir, sorry to approach so suddenly, but are you okay...? you look quite wounded. i- i'm a nurse, if you need any assistance! ❜ well, technically, she's only a nurse on the grounds of her former employee's premises and any place that pony express endorsed, but... beyond the point. anya wants to help!

[nursewashing]

is doppio bored? who knows....but they grab a long stretchy gummy worm from their sweet packet & ping it in anya's direction

❛ ah- ! ❜ anya has been gummy wormed! what a situation to be in! the nurse hurriedly shifts herself to grab the worm that doppio tossed in her direction, catching it after a mild amount of stumbling and fumbling. success! mostly...

❛ is this for me? thank you, my friend! it's very nice of you to share. ❜ she pops the sweet treat in her mouth, enjoying the flavor and appreciating her friend's generous offering. ❛ sharing snacks with friends is truly a special thing... perhaps we can go get some fast food later on? i could really use a good burger... ❜

[nursewashing]

"i brought you a blanket." (from dop!)

a breath is sucked in all so suddenly — a sharp inhale, air cold and stinging her lungs. how long had anya had been sitting there trembling & unfocused, her arms wrapped around her form? perhaps a bit too long. her attention turns to @epitaffia and she manages a stifled, weak little smile of appreciation. anya can only hope that she's able to convey her appreciation, even in her unsettled and miserable state. even then, she still cares for doppio and the rest very much — her roommate(s) matters a great deal to her.

❛ th- thank you so much, doppio. i... i really appreciate you. you're so kind to me. ❜ the blanket is draped over her shoulders and wrapped around her form; the nurse hadn't even realized how cold she was until doppio came to the rescue. ❛ d- do you want to share this with me...? i think there's plenty to share, if you'd like... and i wouldn't mind the company at all. ❜

post - trauma sentence starters // accepting!

[nursewashing-a]

“you expect bald men to let others sleep?”

anya's lips purse into a little pout, and she shakes her head in dismay. ❛ no... i guess not. it's stupid of me to think that any variety of man would let others sleep, maybe... ❜ a pause, and she realizes that she's making a generalization. ❛ i mean... sorry. i don't mean that towards you. i'm sure your husband finds you wonderful to sleep around. ❜ she lets out a little nervous laugh, awkward and skittish as can be.

❛ i guess you could say that i haven't had the best, um, experience when it comes to sharing sleeping spaces with men. ❜ anya winces, trying not to remember the worst details of the worst of it. if she delves too deeply into her mind, she'll pull out things that are best left buried six feet under until her next therapy session, and then buried again after the fact. so, to cover up that trepidation, she lets out a little laugh.

❛ y- you know, i shared a sleeping space with a man who wasn't bald, but he snored VERY loudly! ❜ that could easily pass off for her bad experience, right? a good excuse. ❛ i don't know how i made it through that. he sounded like a bear roaring in the night... very noisy, for sure! ❜

prompts. | always accepting!

[nursewashing-a]

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞

anya takes a deep breath. this is something that she's tried to remind herself of near-constantly ever since getting back onto earth, but it's hard; she looks a bit bedraggled today, hair not brushed enough and eyes not rested enough, dark circles forming just beneath. looking to jotaro, she furrows her brows, uncertain.

❛ what if i'm tired of not being okay? i fear that its' been ... more than a while since i started feeling this way. i've been trying to take things one day at a time, but sometimes it's difficult not to feel like i should just ... give up. ❜

prompts. | always accepting!