Doctors dealing w musculoskeletal issues be like 'your [x] body part hurts? AND you have [z] pre-existing condition? Ok, this MUST be caused by [z] & I'm immediately going to treat it as such. I am not going to do anything to rule out the 10 most common causes of this type of pain, just treat this with physical therapy, but it's going to be the wrong kind because I put so little effort into figuring out what's actually wrong with you. Now :D get out of my office byeee!'
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everything is better with you
Stranger Things | Steddie | Rating: T | Words: 314 | Angst, Established relationship, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, insomnia.
cw: mentions of disordered eating.
Written for @whumpril day 6. dizziness | Also here on AO3.
Steve got up from his chair and the world swayed around him, making him grip the back of his chair for support. Strong arms came to steady him and his first instinct was to shake them off.
‘Eddie…’ he didn’t need it, he was fine. It would pass. It always did.
‘Sit your ass back down, Harrington.’
His last name only ever came out when Eddie was worried about him, which mostly presented as him being annoyed, yet, Steve knew, had learned to read people living as a survival skill in the Harrington house which had never felt like home.
Their little house in Chicago felt like home.
Eddie felt like home. But he’d been gone, had just gotten back from tour after four months of too many missed phone calls and Steve missing him like crazy.
He was pulled into Eddie’s arms and held, tight and loving, in the embrace of those wiry arms.
‘Again?’ Eddie finally asked.
Steve didn’t need to confirm, because Eddie knew. Had seen. The sleepless nights, the disordered eating, the running himself ragged so he’d be distracted from missing both Eddie and Robin, who was off studying at the Sorbonne. Eddie had seen it on his face the moment he’d come home but had given Steve a chance to tell about it on his own, a chance Steve hadn’t taken.
Eddie pressed a kiss to his temple. ‘Sweetheart…’
They stayed quiet for a moment, Steve at a loss for words, wanting to cringe away and hide. Eddie deserved better.
‘Right.’ Eddie broke the silence, running his hands up and down Steve’s back. ‘We’ll order some pizzas and then spend the rest of the day cuddled in bed and snoozing, how does that sound?’
‘Perfect.’
Everything was better with food in his stomach and Eddie in his arms and Steve vowed to not spiral again… like he always did.
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How do i prevent passing out? I‘m dizzy all the time now and often faint, it’s so annoying because it’s hard to workout and people obviously notice when i‘m in public and get worried.
Any tips but i cant eat more are there maybe like vitamins or something?
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'You went really dizzy there for a second. Can you hear me now?’
"Huh?" Angel didn't quite register the question at first, just the grip on his arm. He almost tried to shake himself loose, but he had a feeling he'd crumple if he did that. After all, the room still appeared to be spinning and his vision was still a little wonky. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'm good, I promise. Just a li'l dizzy spell. No big deal. I should pro'ly eat somethin', though..."
The probably was the issue. He'd been keeping a tight watch on what he ate the last few days at Val's insistance. Angel had a big publicity shoot and a big film shoot coming up in a couple of days and the moth always got like this when he had something major going on. He still hadn't registered exactly who it was who had a hold of him, aside from him not sounding at all like any of the three Vs.
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