|Joaquin Barton (pahana) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-07-27 01:13:00
|Entry tags:||jormungandr, pahana|
Who: Joaquin and Adam.
What: Joaquin goes to see Adam regarding an injury of sorts.
Where: Apartment #504
When: ...Crap I didn't think about that one. I'll get that up shortly~
That night had been strange, to say the least. He'd returned to his apartment only to find his latest work almost completely destroyed, with no apparent cause. That, he'd gotten over. But what he couldn't shake was a burning pain in his hands- not constant, but chronic- that was making painting almost an impossibility. His class was getting more and more difficult to teach, having to take frequent breaks to rub at his hands. It felt like he'd tried everything, every home remedy for pain, everything he could really do beside shelling out the cash to go to a doctor.
Upon learning that one of his neighbours, Adam, was an EMT-P, Joaquin began to consider asking him about it, though being as shy as he was he figured maybe it'd be best to wait and see if his condition improved. It didn't. He now found himself knocking at the other man's door, fidgeting uncomfortably as he waited, massaging his stinging palm with his opposite thumb.