[ It feels like a lifetime since he's been able to feel his arms and legs, an eternity since there wasn't angry red lights crowding his vision, broadcasting his damaged state of being as if he were not already acutely aware.
He wants to get up, to run and move and escape, but he also knows that it's wise to take it slow. He's given that advice to more patients than he cares to count -- and now he ought to take it to heart, himself.
His hands first -- flexing his fingers, his wrists, his elbows. Then he twitches his feet, bends his knees, and it's like he's been given life all over again. How long did he think he would be left to rot here, to decay like the countless others before him?
Seemingly satisfied, he holds his hand out to Markus. ]
I don't know about you, but I am ready to put this place far behind me.
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He wants to get up, to run and move and escape, but he also knows that it's wise to take it slow. He's given that advice to more patients than he cares to count -- and now he ought to take it to heart, himself.
His hands first -- flexing his fingers, his wrists, his elbows. Then he twitches his feet, bends his knees, and it's like he's been given life all over again. How long did he think he would be left to rot here, to decay like the countless others before him?
Seemingly satisfied, he holds his hand out to Markus. ]
I don't know about you, but I am ready to put this place far behind me.