Who: Marek and Felixa What: visiting! When: Saturday Where: Bobbinses flat Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
By Helga, it was good to be out of the hospital. Marek had not minded the time he'd spent in a coma, of course, he hadn't been awake for that. But once he'd woken up, he had not properly gone back to sleep. Which he preferred, considering the way things were going in the world; he wanted to be awake and aware of it all. But it had also meant a lot of pain and discomfort and restlessness and boredom.
Not that he was much less restless or bored at home, considering he was still healing, but he could get up and walk around, and he had all of his books and notes and his cauldron. Which he hadn't touched, not yet, though mostly because he wasn't sure whether his normal creations were still accepted under the new political regime, whatever it was. He still hadn't figured out what the new government was all about, at all. He'd never had a good head for politics, but he wished he did, because he very much disliked how uncertain the future was.
Still, there was nothing he could do about it. He was recuperating, and occasionally having visitors. Felixa was supposed to stop by today, and Marek was looking forward to seeing her. He'd settled himself on the couch with one of the new potions texts he'd purchased since leaving the hospital, his quill making flowery annotations in the margins, absentmindedly drinking water from his glass. One thing that nearly being burnt to a crisp had done was made him feel really thirsty all the time, though that might have been a coincidence.