[CLOSED TO FOX] Home sweet home?
Rob felt like he had been in hospital for a lifetime. The last few days had seen him in a rather bitch of a mood because he was frustrated and fed up. It sucked when Peter got discharged and he no longer had a room mate to have a mutal bitch session with. He just needed to get out of there. So, Chase had discharged him on the proviso he stay resting in his room and did little by way of physical activity. He also had a cocktail of medications he would need to take for around six months to kill the bacteria in him. He didn't care, so long as he didn't have to be in hospital while he did it.
Just having the fresh air was euphoric and by the time they got to their new bungalow on the beach, his bad mood had slipped away. He was weak and walking was a bit of an effort, even from the little ambulance four-wheel drive thing to the door of the bungalow. That had been Chase's other condition. Medical Centre transport back to the resort. Rob hadn't argued, so long as it was in the away direction from the Medical Centre. Now he and Fox were left alone in their new accommodations and Rob held himself up on the back of the extremely inviting looking three-seat sofa in the middle of the open-planned bungalow. He was smiling, taking in the surroundings, but his eyes soon stopped on Fox and the smile increased. "I owe you an apology for being a fuckface these past few days," he told her, slowly rounding the end of the sofa to sink down into it and get his weight of his weak legs. "I've never done all that well being caged in somewhere."
Just having the fresh air was euphoric and by the time they got to their new bungalow on the beach, his bad mood had slipped away. He was weak and walking was a bit of an effort, even from the little ambulance four-wheel drive thing to the door of the bungalow. That had been Chase's other condition. Medical Centre transport back to the resort. Rob hadn't argued, so long as it was in the away direction from the Medical Centre. Now he and Fox were left alone in their new accommodations and Rob held himself up on the back of the extremely inviting looking three-seat sofa in the middle of the open-planned bungalow. He was smiling, taking in the surroundings, but his eyes soon stopped on Fox and the smile increased. "I owe you an apology for being a fuckface these past few days," he told her, slowly rounding the end of the sofa to sink down into it and get his weight of his weak legs. "I've never done all that well being caged in somewhere."