Who: Nick OT Sabbah, Josh, Charles What: Nick overhears Sabbah talking to Sister Margaret and decides to ask for help. When: Monday Afternoon Where: Sisters of Charity Shelter, then Haven Warnings: None at the moment. Josh and Nick are posted from the same journal for ease of posting. Sorry.
Nick had learned just as much as the scientists had about himself over the months between being captured (for lack of a better word) by them and escaping. In that year he'd learned his limits, he learned how to control his new unnatural strength so that he could write without breaking the pen and other things people took for granted (like tying shoes). But one thing he'd never learned was how to properly apply that knowledge in a real world setting. If given a pen, he could write but to just take a pen when in a hurry, he would break it. It was like relearning all over again. Real life was anything but a sterile scientific setting.
Thus Nick found out very painfully the night before. He was used to flying without distractions or buildings but in New York there were a lot of buildings and a lot of distractions. Like a flock of pigeons who, startled by his passing by, exploded off a rooftop. He'd gone careening into said rooftop and hit his head hard and did something to his arm. He was strong but the scientists hadn't gotten around to making him impervious.
So now Nick was sitting in the homeless shelter forcing himself to eat even though his head still throbbed with the beat of his heart and he couldn't extend his arm. That he held close to his body as he ate his soup. All he wanted was a bottle of aspirin and a soft bed or better yet, a hospital stay, none of which he'd ever get. With a sigh and a grimace, he figured he'd just have to suffer. If it didn't get better within a couple of days he'd go to the emergency room but until then he'd have to settle on hoping he'd get better.