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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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Julien is horrified, but it is always better to make people laugh than worry. Maybe it's just as well his face is constant. An avian vet might be able to read something into the way the feathers on his neck are raised. Still, the play of which feathers are raised how, the angles of his head and neck, the stance of his tail and what his inner eyelids are doing, are all rather more subtle.
"Right." He manages to get his feet planted, and has to correct for the great weight of his sternum rising. It feels like he's crouching, he can imagine himself doing it, and... his knees are still up against his chest. Calf, tarsi, toes, they all move freely, but his thighs are practically fixed.
"I can't get up," and hearing the alarm, the whine in his voice, he makes it angry. "I can't stand up!"