Who: Oliver, Edwin and Cecilia Where: Edwin's room When: 7am-ish
Get out of bed.
Check hand.
Check foot.
Use the bathroom.
Wrap hand. Wrap foot.
Get dressed.
Take care of the dog.
Message Cecilia.
Get to Edwin.
Checklists helped, even when it wasn't one of his worst days. They'd helped get him through the military, through rehabilitation, through everything that had happened with Jason, especially on days when focusing on what to do step by step didn't get interrupted by having to remind himself to breathe. Simms was eliminated. There was no panic to deal with. He recognized that was a good thing, but didn't dwell on it, or how the past few days had made him feel. At the moment he wasn't really sure he was feeling much at all aside from the pain radiating from specific points on his body. Those were all things he could worry about later, including the fact that he'd lied directly to Edwin's face about them, and fully planned to continue to do so for as long as possible. Edwin was hurt worse. Edwin needed to focus getting his own wounds in check. Edwin wouldn't do that if he thought he needed to help take care of someone else, especially if he couldn't actually do that now.
The knee he couldn't very well hide. Edwin knew too much about it and how Oliver responded to the pain it caused, even when he'd tried waving it off. He'd passed off his shattered hand and shredded wrist as nothing more than a bad sprain, and he could deal with the backlash of that when and if it came to that. The right wrist was obvious with no bandage to cover it, but it also wasn't so badly off that it was worth worrying about, so Oliver left it as is. He wasn't sure if Edwin had noticed the foot, but he'd wrapped it and thrown on a pair of socks anyway just in case.
He'd managed to follow his list right up until it came time to wrap his injuries. His eyes lingered on the pain meds in the makeshift med kit, and after weighing his options he made a calculated decision and took three. His throat initially rejected the all-too-familiar sensation of pills, but he knew he could only school his face and movements so much without help. It wasn't the same as before. It wouldn't lead to anything.
If there was any other activity on the network that morning, his eyes didn't really see it. Cecilia's network post was almost a beacon, and after he replied he aimed his controlled limp toward Edwin's room, Hedi quietly sticking to him like glue as they moved. If there was anyone else in the hallway he didn't notice, and he didn't knock before entering.
His focus dimmed slightly as it warred with relief and pain at seeing Edwin laying there, awake and cuddling Charlie. "Hey, baby," he called quietly as he shut the door behind him, watching Hedi momentarily abandon him to trot to the base of the platform leading to the bed, then turning to make sure he was following. He was, but at a much slower gait. He tried to tell himself that it was because he knew Cecilia was probably on her way up, but he knew that somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that touching Edwin would hurt him. And hell, with how bad he looked maybe it would. "How you feelin'?"