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lukeoutbelow2015-01-11 09:22 pm
espigeonage) wrote in lukeoutbelow2015-01-11 09:22 pm
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Julien had been feeling unwell for a couple of days. He'd spent all of yesterday in, doing nothing much but sleep and eat, feeling hungry almost constantly. Putting away the detritus left behind by that seemed unusually difficult. He had to leave some wrappers where they lay, and couldn't focus to cook, and that thing kept happening, where it was like he couldn't remember how to move his face, and somehow his resting expression was a Mona Lisa look.
He'd wanted to think he was just sick. It didn't happen much at all, his body wasn't used to it. But on some level, he knew. It was in the occasional paralysis of his face, and the thick warm feeling in his sternum, and the way both his hips clicked when he stood up.
So in a way it wasn't a surprise when he woke and that feeling was pressing out, hot and throbbing and painful, getting worse as he pressed his wing against his chest. It was a surprise when he tried to get up, and fell. He'd wanted, when he thought about this day coming, to do it alone, but he couldn't manage to heat water or pick athelas. It hurt. Eventually he couldn't take it. He had to call for help.
He'd wanted to think he was just sick. It didn't happen much at all, his body wasn't used to it. But on some level, he knew. It was in the occasional paralysis of his face, and the thick warm feeling in his sternum, and the way both his hips clicked when he stood up.
So in a way it wasn't a surprise when he woke and that feeling was pressing out, hot and throbbing and painful, getting worse as he pressed his wing against his chest. It was a surprise when he tried to get up, and fell. He'd wanted, when he thought about this day coming, to do it alone, but he couldn't manage to heat water or pick athelas. It hurt. Eventually he couldn't take it. He had to call for help.
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"Hey, I came after I got wings, you know." Quite a while after he'd got wings. He'd actually sent a message tendering his resignation from the clinic, explaining that he had to leave Locke, and professing that he would always be Aaron's friend. Then he'd had to come back and holed up in Isabela's spare room for more than a week before he could talk to anyone. "Not my fault Tough Tony came in with what, a knife in his arm? and there was a whole run of emergencies."
This does remind him, if Aaron's here he's not there and there are probably patients he could actually be helping. Julien grimaces and presses a wing to his sore chest. Higher still. He thinks he can feel something shivering in the bone as he breathes and hastily pulls away. When is this going to stop? Where will it stop?
"Mmmf." The tips of his beak leave indents in the cloth. "I got one like that too. Not a good time. You first?"