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[20 Aug 2011|07:56pm] |
[Chase stared at the parallel bars set up in front of him, his wheelchair pointed toward one of the open ends of it. He was supposed to be waiting for a nurse or some kind of spotter before doing this but the Crow couldn't stand being in the damn wheelchair a moment longer. He hated being helpless like this and having to rely on others for so much of what he used to be able to do on his own.
A glance at the door and he put the locks on the wheels, grabbing both bars as his feet set on the ground. It felt odd, the floor under his bare feet again and Chase looked down at them only to give a rueful laugh. They looked pale and weak, but he hadn't lost much muscle mass in his legs which was something he was thankful for. His arms he needed to tone again what with not being able to lift weights because of his ribs. At least he could do that now in his wheelchair, the doctors said his ribs were as good as new again but to lay off doing any squats with them for a few more months.
But he dallied long enough, hoisting himself up onto his feet and pushed up with them as well. Immediately they started to give, knees buckling and hurting. Chase bit back a curse and pulled himself up again, arms shaking with the effort but he managed to support his weight long enough to lock his knees. Even if he was panting with the effort.]
Ha... This'll be longer than I thought...
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[06 Aug 2011|02:45am] |
[Chase couldn't remember the last time he had hurt this much properly, perhaps the last blow to the head by whatever that creature was had given him a concussion. It was the last thing he needed on top of two broken ribs and collarbone, the cuts all over his sprained (if not fractured) forearms leaving a clear trail of where he had been. Hopefully it wouldn't lead that thing toward his current location, his left leg was in no condition to run being practically torn apart like it was and leaving more blood.
Oh, yes. He probably was concussed, blood from a head injury he hadn't felt started to cloud his vision in his left eye. Chase lifted an arm to wipe it away and his balance overshot itself, he started leaning toward the wall and hit it hard enough with his shoulder to draw a grunt of pain from him. Luckily there was a bench there when his leg gave out though it hurt to sit, and he couldn't sit long. Chase had to get to the infirmary, had to get bandaged up to get Seren from daycare. But thoughts of Seren brought that young Kanda to mind.
Sorrow and failure blinded him from his physical pain for a moment, he had to go back in or send (several) someone(s) in his place to find the boy. He couldn't stay in that darkened, death-trap of a hallway and certainly not by himself!]
Damn it... [His head lightly hits the wall, throat sore from yelling.]
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