Findekáno (Fingon the Valiant) | The Silmarillion (findekano) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-06 12:22:00 |
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WHO: Fingon and OPEN!
WHAT: Escaping the hospital
WHERE: Outside
WHEN: Thursday morning
WARNINGS: Possible talk of death and/or injury
STATUS: Open/Ongoing!
Fingon was done with lying in bed and healing. It was boring, and lonely, and he hated being poked and prodded at by all the doctors who made their way around the place. He was fine, he was healing, and he wanted to go home.
Which was why, early that morning, he'd gotten up, disconnected himself from whatever monitoring devices they had him hooked up to, pulled on his clothes and made his way out of the hospital. He didn't know if they'd actually wanted him to leave or not, but he was an elf, not a human. And as such he healed faster and better and really didn't need constant supervision. Plus, he'd had worse wounds than this. Or just as bad. Maybe.
And he was hungry.
The hospital food was mostly meat, and the small bit that wasn't was entirely unappetizing. So his first stop was to go to the diner and get himself a salad. Then he made his way to the park, settling onto a bench to eat it. The sun was warm on this back, and the day was clear and fine, and as he sat with his long legs tucked under him, he couldn't help but think that this was a better way to heal than all the medicines in the world.
When he was finished with his salad, he disposed of the container, returning to his bench to watch the people who were passing by.