𝕛𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕣 (bardcore) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-08-19 03:57:00 |
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One minute, Hank was helping him out from under the wreckage of the stadium and back into to his chair, the next the other man was gone and he was somewhere else entirely. His chair was next to him, overturned on its side, and he was sprawled next to it. And it was night. Perhaps he'd hit his head harder than he had previously thought, if he had lost so much time and somehow ended up somewhere else. Wincing, he used his arms to push himself up and drag himself over to a nearby tree, where he could lean against the trunk and catch his breath. It had been a long few days and he was still trying to deal with all of it. In particular, the return of his power and the loss, again, of his legs.
Once again, he had put his faith in Erik, and once again he had been proven painfully wrong. Quite painfully, he thought with a shaky breath as he pressed his hand against his side. He wondered how many more times he could do this before he had to give up on Erik as a lost cause. Even as he thought that though, he rejected the idea. He had given up too much hope of late, and his future self had made it clear that hope was something he could hardly afford to lose. Still, it might be best to leave Erik out of things from now on. At least for a time. The results were always painful...in many ways. He looked around to see if there was anyone who he could convince to help him, then sighed, closing his eyes against the sound of so many voices as if that might block them out. He'd forgotten how painful this could be. It really had been a very long few days.