"I'm really all right, please. I can step in on my own--"
"No, Alex. I insist, let me help you--"
"I'm okay, really. I've handled worse, and you probably have other things you need to do...I can take it from here."
"Alex--"
The door swung open, and X limped inside, waving a pleasant but firm goodnight to his nurse through the crack in the door before closing it behind him. He'd had enough on his mind to last a thousand lifetimes; the feeling of dull pain in his leg and hand, and being able to walk and muscle through it kept his mind alert, focused on what was around him rather than what was on the inside. It kept him from losing himself in his thoughts...
...Thoughts which at the moment, he didn't really want to get into, thank you. He'd had enough for one day.
The scents of food wafting inside caught X's attention almost immediately, though not as quickly as the other person in the room with him.
A roommate...?
More like a fellow prisoner.
Noting the plate of food sitting on his desk, X hobbled to it, his stomach growling and his mind weary.
"You're staying in this room, too?"
Ahhhh, sitting down felt good after all that walking! Maybe he should have used the wheelchair, after all. He leaned back in his seat with a sigh.
Sorry I'm so late!
"No, Alex. I insist, let me help you--"
"I'm okay, really. I've handled worse, and you probably have other things you need to do...I can take it from here."
"Alex--"
The door swung open, and X limped inside, waving a pleasant but firm goodnight to his nurse through the crack in the door before closing it behind him. He'd had enough on his mind to last a thousand lifetimes; the feeling of dull pain in his leg and hand, and being able to walk and muscle through it kept his mind alert, focused on what was around him rather than what was on the inside. It kept him from losing himself in his thoughts...
...Thoughts which at the moment, he didn't really want to get into, thank you. He'd had enough for one day.
The scents of food wafting inside caught X's attention almost immediately, though not as quickly as the other person in the room with him.
A roommate...?
More like a fellow prisoner.
Noting the plate of food sitting on his desk, X hobbled to it, his stomach growling and his mind weary.
"You're staying in this room, too?"
Ahhhh, sitting down felt good after all that walking! Maybe he should have used the wheelchair, after all. He leaned back in his seat with a sigh.