Nick Ryves (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-25 00:11:00 |
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Nick hated the train. He felt bored and confined and he very much disliked being within such close proximity to so many people all of the time, even if he did his best to stay away from most of them. While he may not have even realized it himself, Nick was a creature of habit. He did not like when things were unpredictable or when he felt out of his element and the train seemed to be the epitome of that. Sure, growing up on the run and moving so much had been inconvenient but it had also been a fact of Nick’s life. He was accustomed to all of that. This however wasn’t an issue that he could solve by his usual, preferred methods. Or at least that’s what Alan and Mae kept telling him. He was starting to grow increasingly skeptical of their assurances however as the days wore on and they had still made little to no progress in their efforts to get back home. How long were they going to be stuck here for!? He was still staying in Alan’s cabin since his brother had no assigned roommate and there were two beds in the room, neither of which could be said about his own. Bunk beds no less. There had been no discussion when Nick unofficially moved in about who would sleep where. Nick automatically took the top bunk because they both knew there was no way Alan would be able to climb up and down the little ladder with his bad leg. Not that Nick would’ve cared much either way. A bed was a bed, even if it was a bit cramped thanks to his tall height and its proximity to the ceiling. He would have just as easily slept on the sofa or the floor if it had come down to it. Nick had eventually climbed up to go lay down after having grown weary of watching Alan pour over his notes and his tablet over on the sofa. He wasn’t particularly tired but after a while he’d drifted off anyway to the quiet sounds of his brother muttering and scratching things down on a pad of paper, the desk light still softly illuminating the corner of the cabin. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep before he was awoken by a very unnerving sensation. Nick immediately sat upright in his bunk, trying to pinpoint what was wrong in his groggy state. He regretted doing so almost instantly however, his head swimming and stomach churning at the motion. He had only felt woozy and ill like this once before in his life... Clumsily, Nick grabbed for the railing of the bed and tried to lower himself down the ladder. It wasn’t going very well however because his limbs felt oddly heavy and didn’t seem to be responding quite right. With far more effort than it should have required, he managed to wrap both hands around the first rung and swing his legs over the side. His foot however, feeling numb and tingling as if it were asleep, slipped right off the ladder, sending him tumbling down to the floor in a less than graceful (and no doubt embarrassing) heap. If Alan hadn’t still been awake he was sure to be now. Nick groaned and once again tried to push himself up into a sitting position, hand fumbling for the side of the bed to try and steady himself as he leaned back against it heavily. “A-alan...? I think...” he tried to say through gritted teeth until he was forced to wrench his eyes shut against the nauseating dizziness that was threatening to overwhelm him. |