Dr. Graham A. Fischer (grahamcracked) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-19 11:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | graham fischer, michael bjorn, week 6 |
{ w h o } Michael and Graham.
{ w h a t } Throwing in the towel.
{ w h e n } Early Monday afternoon.
{ w h e r e } Backstage.
{ r a t i n g } G-PG?
{ s t a t u s } In progress.
The trip to Albany had been a rough one, as freezing temperatures and the waning immune systems of those around him had walloped Graham with a particularly nasty flu bug. His own resistance had been next to nil to start with, and all of these things compounded together proved to be a devastating combination. He'd barely managed to get out of bed this morning, and while at first, he'd decided to do his last few performances, sick or not, he was beginning to have his doubts whether he could actually manage that. He was concerned about how Michael (and by extension, Marjan) would take the news that he planned to quit the sideshow, and had been procrastinating on telling him, but he was unconvinced that holding off was a good idea any more. Michael would understand, he hoped. And if not, hopefully Chance would be able to back him up that he wasn't just malingering.
Even just leaving his trailer proved to be challenging; Graham's limbs were being uncooperative lately as it was due to burgeoning post-polio, and that, coupled with the body aches and weakness that came with influenza, made it necessary to grab a cane he'd been avoiding using since his early years with the carnival just to walk over to the backstage area to find Michael. He arrived an agonising several minutes later, shivering uncontrollably despite the fact that he'd layered on three sweaters and a winter coat. He found the manager preparing the props for the shows of the day and approached him cautiously.
"M-Michael? Do you uh, do you uh, do you you have a... a moment to spare?" Graham said, his voice strained.