Healing [tag Kyla]
Leoben had been let out of the hospital a couple days ago, but he was still far from fully healed. The bullet wound was going to take a long time to heal fully. Wincing, he slowly shifted toward the edge of his bed, inching toward his wheelchair.
He wasn't used to not being able to do things on his own. So he refused to just let himself just lay there until Kyla got there with breakfast. His foot hooked around the arm of the wheelchair and tugged it closer. He pushed himself to sitting, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Then he held on to the wheelchair and tentatively pushed himself to his feet and turned around. He sat down, but he came down to fast, crying out when a sharp pain shot through his stomach all the way up his spine. His hand went to check his stitches under his t-shirt. They weren't torn and he wasn't bleeding. That was good, but it had still hurt. Maybe next time he should wait for help.
He wasn't used to not being able to do things on his own. So he refused to just let himself just lay there until Kyla got there with breakfast. His foot hooked around the arm of the wheelchair and tugged it closer. He pushed himself to sitting, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Then he held on to the wheelchair and tentatively pushed himself to his feet and turned around. He sat down, but he came down to fast, crying out when a sharp pain shot through his stomach all the way up his spine. His hand went to check his stitches under his t-shirt. They weren't torn and he wasn't bleeding. That was good, but it had still hurt. Maybe next time he should wait for help.