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(REPOST FROM JOURNAL WITH THREADING ADDED)
TITLE: The Woes of Physical Therapy
CHARACTERS: Warrick Brown, anyone who visits
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: Warrick starts to build his arm strength, gets frustrated with the dead weight below his waist.
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
STATUS: incomplete
The doctors and surgeons who had been working on Warrick Brown have deemed it okay for him to have mobility in his neck and torso, so long has he doesn't overdo it. He's been given the necessary tools to start re-learning how to move now that he is without the use of his legs.
"You use this bar to pull yourself up," a nurse explained, pointing out a triangular piece of thick metal suspended above his bed, "and these bars here are to help you shift into the wheelchair."
"Could we not talk about the wheelchair?" Warrick asked in a pained voice. The nurse gave him a sad smile. "I'd rather not be reminded that I'm stuck with this thing."
"You'll have to get used to it eventually," she pointed out. Warrick shook his head slowly, wincing. He'd lost significant muscular tone in his neck when the bullet transected two of his posture muscles on either side. He missed the neck brace that had been taken from him. "Okay, this bar over here," she pointed to a device similar to the one hanging above his bed, "is meant to help you get back into the bed. There's similar ones in the bathroom. Now we don't expect you to be able to do all of this right away, so here's a bracelet with a button for the nurses' station, just hit it and someone will come help you."
"Will they all be as fine as you?" He asked, chuckling. He was glad Catherine wasn't there to hear that, she'd have smacked him, he was sure of it.
"Only if you find the rest of our nursing staff 'fine,' Mr. Brown."
"Please, call me Warrick, I'm sick of the formality around here," Warrick sighed. The nurse gently touched his shoulder.
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CHARACTERS: Warrick Brown, anyone who visits
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: Warrick starts to build his arm strength, gets frustrated with the dead weight below his waist.
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
STATUS: incomplete
The doctors and surgeons who had been working on Warrick Brown have deemed it okay for him to have mobility in his neck and torso, so long has he doesn't overdo it. He's been given the necessary tools to start re-learning how to move now that he is without the use of his legs.
"You use this bar to pull yourself up," a nurse explained, pointing out a triangular piece of thick metal suspended above his bed, "and these bars here are to help you shift into the wheelchair."
"Could we not talk about the wheelchair?" Warrick asked in a pained voice. The nurse gave him a sad smile. "I'd rather not be reminded that I'm stuck with this thing."
"You'll have to get used to it eventually," she pointed out. Warrick shook his head slowly, wincing. He'd lost significant muscular tone in his neck when the bullet transected two of his posture muscles on either side. He missed the neck brace that had been taken from him. "Okay, this bar over here," she pointed to a device similar to the one hanging above his bed, "is meant to help you get back into the bed. There's similar ones in the bathroom. Now we don't expect you to be able to do all of this right away, so here's a bracelet with a button for the nurses' station, just hit it and someone will come help you."
"Will they all be as fine as you?" He asked, chuckling. He was glad Catherine wasn't there to hear that, she'd have smacked him, he was sure of it.
"Only if you find the rest of our nursing staff 'fine,' Mr. Brown."
"Please, call me Warrick, I'm sick of the formality around here," Warrick sighed. The nurse gently touched his shoulder.
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