Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-02 10:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, jake sully, ~izzy shaw |
Who: Izzy and Jake
Where: At the Door Building
What: New door! And stuff.
When: Mid-morning, August 1st
Rating: Awesome. and probably a bit sweary.
Open: Nope
Jake was seven steps up the first flight of stairs, after doing his best to make it up to the new door. He'd made it to the first landing before realizing that his legs couldn't really cope with much more. They were painful most of the time now, his underused muscles protesting at every intentional and unintentional attempt at moving, not to mention the endless waves of pins and needles that still continued to sweep over his legs, and dragging them across the ground and then bumping them up a full flight of stairs had only made things worse. Turning round to go back down, he'd gotten as far down the stairs as he could before he'd given in and used the CB radio to let people know what was going on.
He stayed where he was for a short while after talking to Izzy over the CB radio. Eventually, he decided to try and get back to his chair. He started the laborious task of moving his legs down one step at a time by hand, one at a time and doing his best to not hurt them any further, before sliding his ass down a step and then starting over again when the pain died down. There were only six more steps to go, god damn it, he could do this. And then he'd climb into his chair and everything would be fine. But he was in pain and exhausted from not sleeping very well for the past few nights, a lovely combination of the pain and his usual fretting over Neytiri not being there and why she felt that she couldn't have told him what happened in her past and his future, and what the hell was he missing by being on the island?
Gritting his teeth, he started to go down another step. Bruce had told him there was gonna be pain, he knew there was gonna be pain, he'd known it ever since Tommy had explained what he'd wished for, so there was no point in bitching about it. After all, it was feeling below his injury, wasn't it? He just had to suck it up, deal with it and get on with things.