Feb 21, 2011 17:06
[This morning was like waking up in hell for Black Jack. He hurt. Everything hurt. Those sharp, acute pains in his muscles and joints, combined with the dull, aching throb that pulsed through him when he tried to move..
When the feed comes on, it appears that the black berry's on the floor, but clearly shows Black Jack, around 6 or 7, on the floor as well. Having just fallen out of bed, he's in a great deal of pain, and can't seem to move. His scars and burns all look scarily fresh as he curses under his breath]
Dammit...dammit all..come on...come on, you've done this before...
[Slowly but surely, and with a great deal of effort, he manages to push himself up off of the floor, though he needs to stop and get enough energy up to move again. Now sitting up against the side of the bed, he looks at his shaking child hands..this wasn't going to be a good week for the Doctor]
black jack,
plot: second childhood,
comment: ichabod crane