It was starting to get more difficult to ignore the ache in his wrists and legs. How much damage had he done in trying to break out of his bonds? Nothing felt broken. Beyond that, though... With a wince, he leaned against the wall and let go of his hand so he could rub his ankle gingerly, trying to assess the damage by feel. Blood, some slick, some starting to form a crust. Some of that was probably from his hand, from when the doctor's scalpel had sliced into his skin, but he could feel the lines in his skin where he'd jerked against the restraints. Dammit, he'd need to get those clean.
Later. He didn't have anything to clean up with, and it wasn't safe to stop. Not for the few moments it took to make certain that he'd be okay to walk (or run) until there was a chance to do something more than that. He straightened up and continued on, struggling to keep his movements quiet despite his growing limp. Nothing broken, just swollen.
A sudden vision of his leg swelling, bulging, with a harsh, gray-green cast, made him nearly stumble again. His heart raced before he could convince himself it wasn't real, he was fine, his leg was normal. He shouldn't even be in any danger yet. He'd barely had the Exsphere attached! There was time. He had time.
I wonder what he would think... The doctor's voice whispered in his ear. Lloyd's breath caught and he froze before he could start forward again. If he know how badly his own son was breaking under the pressure.
He shuddered, trying to force back the thought. He wasn't breaking. He wasn't. He was handling this! His father was the one he should be worried about. Who knew what they'd even done to him when they'd pulled his Exsphere off? He had to find him, somewhere, somehow. He didn't know what he could do, wouldn't know until he saw how bad off his father was, but he was the best chance his father could have. Who else would know anything about Key Crests and dwarven runes and what it might take to save him?
Who else besides the doctors, and no way in hell-
Ow!
He'd started forward in the middle of that thought, only to smack into a wall. With a curse, he clapped a hand to his nose, probably smearing blood on his face, but that was really the least of his concerns. He knew he had blood smeared in other places already. A little more wasn't about to make a difference in how much of a wreck he no doubt looked. No, it was the added pain he was in. Dammit, pay attention! He had to take a few breaths before he could lower his hand. Nothing broken. He didn't think he'd bloodied it, either. No warm-wet trickle of flowing blood on his skin. He'd been pretty lucky, all things considered.
Lucky.
Lucky.
Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to sit down and either cry or laugh.
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It was starting to get more difficult to ignore the ache in his wrists and legs. How much damage had he done in trying to break out of his bonds? Nothing felt broken. Beyond that, though... With a wince, he leaned against the wall and let go of his hand so he could rub his ankle gingerly, trying to assess the damage by feel. Blood, some slick, some starting to form a crust. Some of that was probably from his hand, from when the doctor's scalpel had sliced into his skin, but he could feel the lines in his skin where he'd jerked against the restraints. Dammit, he'd need to get those clean.
Later. He didn't have anything to clean up with, and it wasn't safe to stop. Not for the few moments it took to make certain that he'd be okay to walk (or run) until there was a chance to do something more than that. He straightened up and continued on, struggling to keep his movements quiet despite his growing limp. Nothing broken, just swollen.
A sudden vision of his leg swelling, bulging, with a harsh, gray-green cast, made him nearly stumble again. His heart raced before he could convince himself it wasn't real, he was fine, his leg was normal. He shouldn't even be in any danger yet. He'd barely had the Exsphere attached! There was time. He had time.
I wonder what he would think... The doctor's voice whispered in his ear. Lloyd's breath caught and he froze before he could start forward again. If he know how badly his own son was breaking under the pressure.
He shuddered, trying to force back the thought. He wasn't breaking. He wasn't. He was handling this! His father was the one he should be worried about. Who knew what they'd even done to him when they'd pulled his Exsphere off? He had to find him, somewhere, somehow. He didn't know what he could do, wouldn't know until he saw how bad off his father was, but he was the best chance his father could have. Who else would know anything about Key Crests and dwarven runes and what it might take to save him?
Who else besides the doctors, and no way in hell-
Ow!
He'd started forward in the middle of that thought, only to smack into a wall. With a curse, he clapped a hand to his nose, probably smearing blood on his face, but that was really the least of his concerns. He knew he had blood smeared in other places already. A little more wasn't about to make a difference in how much of a wreck he no doubt looked. No, it was the added pain he was in. Dammit, pay attention! He had to take a few breaths before he could lower his hand. Nothing broken. He didn't think he'd bloodied it, either. No warm-wet trickle of flowing blood on his skin. He'd been pretty lucky, all things considered.
Lucky.
Lucky.
Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to sit down and either cry or laugh.