12-18-2008, 09:57 AM
Three days.
That's how long they said I'd been out for. Who else but the doctor, the nurse, the assistant nurse, the cleaning lady, the wolf with the funny hat who'd come in to drop off my breakfast, Dromar. They all sounded so scared but relieved at the same time. I didn't feel it. Or anything. Not even as Dromar reamed me like my foster parents before him for what madness that stunt had been. Okay, so perhaps I felt guilty for that. But it didn't wash over me like the numbness I had felt since waking up.
After Dromar felt satisfied by his lecture, which he had all rights to give, it had been he who gave me the update on everything. Most of it I already had known, but I found out quickly that the doctors thought I'd have amnesia. I quickly told him no, that ran rampantly into a big argument over whether or not I did and if I was really feeling alright or not and that I should take more care of myself. Suffice to say, he had to ask me what he was originally talking about in the end before he could continue on what he really had to say.
In the end, I got an unnecessary recap of what had happened to the city before he finally reached what I wanted to hear. We were currently in Jylat, a small town in the mountains north of Never Lake. This was where his parents lived and where we'd have to stay until he got himself a job. He'd been hunting, but things don't just land on you in three day's time. Riarios was doing better. His right calf was broken though, his left ankle sprained. It would take him a while to heal up, but he was alive and that's all that mattered to me.
And then there was news of my own condition. Least to say?
I had a month to live.
And that was if I was lucky.
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The wheels of the rickety wheelchair I'd decked myself out with groaned in protest as I made for the highest hill in the park. It wasn't much of a park, mind you. The trees were spread thin compared to the ones I'd seen back home. Still, it was a park and that was one of the best places to go when you wanted to feed your escapism. At least it'd always been that way with me.
It took another five minutes or so to actually reach the peak of the hill, but the scenery below paid off the effort I'd made to get there. You'd think that I wouldn't have been able to do anything like this in my condition, but painkillers work like magic. At least for the few hours I'd be up there. So, I sat there, glad to be away from Dromar's out-of-character-esque bounds of worry and chaste. Just catching a breather. Still have to live while I can, right?
That's how long they said I'd been out for. Who else but the doctor, the nurse, the assistant nurse, the cleaning lady, the wolf with the funny hat who'd come in to drop off my breakfast, Dromar. They all sounded so scared but relieved at the same time. I didn't feel it. Or anything. Not even as Dromar reamed me like my foster parents before him for what madness that stunt had been. Okay, so perhaps I felt guilty for that. But it didn't wash over me like the numbness I had felt since waking up.
After Dromar felt satisfied by his lecture, which he had all rights to give, it had been he who gave me the update on everything. Most of it I already had known, but I found out quickly that the doctors thought I'd have amnesia. I quickly told him no, that ran rampantly into a big argument over whether or not I did and if I was really feeling alright or not and that I should take more care of myself. Suffice to say, he had to ask me what he was originally talking about in the end before he could continue on what he really had to say.
In the end, I got an unnecessary recap of what had happened to the city before he finally reached what I wanted to hear. We were currently in Jylat, a small town in the mountains north of Never Lake. This was where his parents lived and where we'd have to stay until he got himself a job. He'd been hunting, but things don't just land on you in three day's time. Riarios was doing better. His right calf was broken though, his left ankle sprained. It would take him a while to heal up, but he was alive and that's all that mattered to me.
And then there was news of my own condition. Least to say?
I had a month to live.
And that was if I was lucky.
_______________________________________
The wheels of the rickety wheelchair I'd decked myself out with groaned in protest as I made for the highest hill in the park. It wasn't much of a park, mind you. The trees were spread thin compared to the ones I'd seen back home. Still, it was a park and that was one of the best places to go when you wanted to feed your escapism. At least it'd always been that way with me.
It took another five minutes or so to actually reach the peak of the hill, but the scenery below paid off the effort I'd made to get there. You'd think that I wouldn't have been able to do anything like this in my condition, but painkillers work like magic. At least for the few hours I'd be up there. So, I sat there, glad to be away from Dromar's out-of-character-esque bounds of worry and chaste. Just catching a breather. Still have to live while I can, right?