Nathan Tarn (nathanofthelake) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-10-13 01:17:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Current music: | The Slip ~ Suffocation Keep |
Therapy (Closed RP)
Mostly, Nathan just wanted to forget he'd been shot. It was an inconvenient truth, really, an inescapable reminder of mistakes made and errors in judgment. He didn't want to think every day about Gary, to remember the wild look in the other man's eyes, the desperate tone in his voice, the acrid smell of gunpowder and how a shot sounded so very much louder than one would imagine. It would be better for everyone, for Jim, especially, if he could just get over it.
And so he had. He didn't talk about it. Didn't let the conversation linger there, not if he could help it. He told Jim he was fine because he was.
The only problem was, no one had told the game plan to his arm.
No matter how much he pushed it, how much pain he just bit down and swallowed, his arm would only heal so fast. Mobility was slowly coming back, but he was nowhere near where he'd like to be. Where he felt he should be. Maybe soon, the doctors kept telling him. Maybe once he'd started his physical therapy in earnest.
Which was why he was looking forward to this session. There had been some light therapy while he was still in the sling, but now that he had the okay from the doctor, it was time to really start working, to get him back to normal. And that was the only reason he was anticipating this appointment. Of course it was.
It had nothing at all to do with the man who would be working with him.
Settling into the waiting room, idly pushing through the offered magazines, Nathan waited to be called back into the therapy center. He was only a little early for his appointment. It was fine; not like he had anything better to do.
He was simply wanting to get over this and put it behind him. That was all.