Pyro (controlledburn) wrote in the_next_step, @ 2009-05-19 19:57:00 |
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Current mood: | apathetic |
Entry tags: | john allerdyce/pyro |
Recovery [CLOSED]
Narrative
John was a trouble-patient, the sort of patient that never did as he was told and refused to sit still and be treated. He'd even point blank refused x-rays even though the only way to determine how bad the cracks in his ribs were was by using an x-ray.
The reason behind his refusal was simple: his bones told his life story and quite frankly he didn't want anyone knowing about that, not even Hank. Not that objection had gotten very far, given that Hank was the doctor and eventually the x-ray had taken place.
Every bone, it didn't matter how big or small, had some sort of break or fracture, badly set and some had clearly never been treated. John had simply avoided eye contact and gruffly excused himself to the bed he'd been stuck in since he'd passed out in the Blackbird. What? He'd made it all the way there, he didn't think passing out right at the end was something to be ashamed of. In fact he thought he'd done super fucking well in comparison to everybody else who sort of... well, he wasn't about to say it, people knew how things had gone down. It had been a fucked up situation.
Blood loss. Cracked ribs. Multiple cuts and bruises. Electric shock. Burns. Puncture marks. Spinal fluid loss. Malnutrition. Fatigue.
All in all John had quite the colourful list and catalogue of injuries and medical conditions, most of which he'd shrugged off. Pain was... it wasn't exactly easy, but it was familiar, and familiarity did breed contempt, but it also bred a certain... tolerance, an ability to withstand and push on.
He hadn't really spoken to anybody since the rescue mission, not really sure what to say. It wasn't like the teachers were people he looked up to or even thought highly of. Yeah, they'd saved his ass, but they'd only done it because of everybody else. Had it been just him? They wouldn't have risked their necks, this much he was certain of. He'd seen the way some of them had latched onto specific people, way to make everybody else feel great, folks.
Not that anybody cared about his opinion. He was just John.
And that... wolf-kid was still a permanent fixture, he hadn't even fucked off when John had tried throwing something and saying "fetch". It wasn't right. He had no idea what to say to the kid aside from.... "Go away", but that hadn't even worked, the kid had just taken it as an invitation to cling even more.
Ugh.
John should have been in the med-lab, but he wasn't. Fuck that. He had two functional legs so he wasn't about to sit in a sterile room listening to everybody talk about the experience.
What did talking get you? Nothing.
Besides he didn't want to hang around because Hank x-rays of things he shouldn't have x-rays of and John didn't ever want to discuss that shit with anyone, it was weak and he was anything but weak. Screw his past and his fucked up family. It hadn't mattered then so it sure as hell didn't matter now.
Not that he thought he was that important.
Nobody had even noticed he'd snuck outside for a cigarette.