Who: Achilles and Absinthe What: Another visitor When: Sunday afternoon Where: Mount Sinai of Queens Warning: none
The days went by quickly now as he succumbed to sleep much more easily than before. His body was still broken, but his mind was healing quicker. Unfortunatly, for a man that liked to stay unhealthily busy, when he was awake staring at a wall was not his ideal prescription. He'd succumbed to the same boredom that Patroclus had weeks before. The phone and idyll flipping through channels on the television in the corner of the room was the only means to occupy him---when he wasn't with visitors.
Today had been a well one, he'd eaten, gotten up and far more mobile than the doctor's had originally expected him to be having just recently been induced out of a coma. They were surprised, but this only meant he was on his way to recovery and fast, which was good. The bruise against his jaw had started to subside after the week he'd spent with rest, the swelling gone, as the break to his ribs.
Sitting up against the bed, the nurse came in to check all the vitals, fiddling around with blood pressure, the IV drips and checking the dilation of his eyes to be sure he was still functioning as he should. She'd tried to make conversation once wrapping the flap around his arms for his blood pressure. She found out quickly, though she was new to this shift that her patient wasn't very talkative today.