Day 8: Frail
When Blake woke up, he found he could not move.
No, that wasn’t exactly right. He could move a little, but not well. His limbs felt unbearably stiff, and his whole body ached with effort. Was he sick? The thought struck him as absurd – illness was a weakness meant for lesser men, and Blake was never weak. But what else could it be? His joints were locked, and the whole room seemed distorted. He heard a sound like grinding glass in his neck as he strained to look around. “Are you awake?” Her voice broke through his confusion. But that timid chirping now sounded omnipresent, and the wall of the dim bedroom opened as if on hinges to a flood of light and a massive figure. Blake tried to scream but his jaw resisted, saving him the indignity. Surely he was dreaming this impossible hand lifting him into the light. The looming titan that was his once diminutive wife.
Lily had been warned against marrying him. He was brutally handsome, but brutal in other ways, too. He could neither pass up a drink nor a losing hand of cards. She had been told that she was just the kind of wife he wanted: wealthy and weak. But she didn’t care. He would be hers. She was told that she couldn’t change him, but she knew otherwise. Yes, there were doubtful moments. Yes, he was free with his hands but never his fists. And the tumble down the stairs was just as much her fault; she was cursed with weak ankles and brittle bones. Surely, he stayed away from home because of the guilt that came from seeing her in her chair. She just needed to find a way to help him temper his strength. To live a dollhouse-perfect life. The solution was arcane, the formula…unsavory. But not impossible, and it blended well with bourbon.
Blake summoned his rage and took a swipe at his wife. But his awkward new body resisted, and his porcelain arm knocked against the wheelchair and snapped off with a horrifying crack. Lily clucked quietly and examined the break. “Oh, you must take care, darling. This will take some adjustment, surely. But don’t worry, you’ll always be my big, strong man. Now you just wait here while I go fetch the glue.