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wesleynotponcyA week after being checked into the hospital in Los Angeles, Wesley was free to go.
And as it turned out, Wesley was not really all that skilled at steering a wheelchair. Or... skilled at all, really. The process of transporting himself from the tip of the causeway all the way to the dorms involved quite a bit of bumping into things, a fair amount of swearing under his breath, and more than a little damage to the wheels of the damn thing.
It also took over an hour, what with the occasional (and then... less occasional) much-needed break to stop, breathe, and avoid straining the injury that was confining him to this stupid thing in the first place.
But. Eventually he made it. After, you know, swearing quite a bit to himself on the elevator ride up to the fifth floor, and bumping into quite a few walls and all of that.
It was safe to say that he he'd made more noise than intended, let's leave it at that.
[[door and post both open! and consider this your warning that if i forget to mention the chair in narrative for the next couple weeks, he is still in it, yup.]]
And as it turned out, Wesley was not really all that skilled at steering a wheelchair. Or... skilled at all, really. The process of transporting himself from the tip of the causeway all the way to the dorms involved quite a bit of bumping into things, a fair amount of swearing under his breath, and more than a little damage to the wheels of the damn thing.
It also took over an hour, what with the occasional (and then... less occasional) much-needed break to stop, breathe, and avoid straining the injury that was confining him to this stupid thing in the first place.
But. Eventually he made it. After, you know, swearing quite a bit to himself on the elevator ride up to the fifth floor, and bumping into quite a few walls and all of that.
It was safe to say that he he'd made more noise than intended, let's leave it at that.
[[door and post both open! and consider this your warning that if i forget to mention the chair in narrative for the next couple weeks, he is still in it, yup.]]
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 03:46 am (UTC)"...right," he said, dazedly, and shook his head to try to get some thoughts working there again. "And this was... when was this?"
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:59 am (UTC)"So, how long are you gonna be in the chair?" Alex looked around. "I should probably clean my crap off the floor..."
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Date: 2012-03-15 04:05 am (UTC)...yeah, that was what he had to offer right now. He'd get around to asking other questions -- lots of other questions -- later, but for right now... he'd just leave it at that.
"I'm told I need to stay in the chair for at least two to three weeks," he reported. "And then for as long as I need afterwards in order to stand comfortably. But there's really no need to go to too much trouble; I'm sure I can, er..." He steered forward, aiming to get to his side, and ran over something
idk it's moddable. "...manage," he finished, peering over the side of the chair to see what he'd destroyed.no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 04:10 am (UTC)let's be honest, neverlater. "I can't just leave this stuff around for three weeks, come on, don't be stupid."no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 04:25 am (UTC)"Again," Wesley said. "Much appreciated. If you're ever, ah, stabbed again, I'll be more than happy to return the favor."
A beat.
"Er. Please, ah, do try not to get stabbed again."
The exceptionally articulate stylings of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, ladies and gentlemen.
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Date: 2012-03-15 04:38 am (UTC)"Oh, well, you know." He threw a few more things in the laundry basket. Wait, not those jeans, he could still wear those again. "I'll try, but, no promises."
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Date: 2012-03-15 04:44 am (UTC)"Do your best," Wesley suggested.