Healing [tag Kyla]

[cylon_numbertwo]

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

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[deathtotoasters]

Kyla had entered just as Leoben had cried out. She placed the food down on the closest table top, reached for her side arm, and appeared with her gun pointed at the threshold of his bedroom. A brief moment of confusion flashed across her face when she realized no one was around, but then Leoben was in the wheelchair and things clicked into place. She sheathed her sidearm with a soft exhale and entered the room with an unhappy expression. "Did you pull the stitches?"

[cylon_numbertwo]

He looked up at her entrance, seeing the gun that she then put away. He shook his head, pain clear on his face.

"I didn't. But I gave it a good try." he said, trying to joke. He wheeled his chair over to the pain pills on his night stand and grabbing the glass of water there too.

[deathtotoasters]

Recovery was frustrating for Kyla. It always had been. She couldn't fix the pain or speed up the healing. It wasn't like she could go and kill something to make things better. It was difficult to be so out of control and it was harder for her when Leoben was so clearly in pain. She tried not to let the worry show. Instead, she opted for a stern look. "You keep it up and you'll end up back in the clinic."

[cylon_numbertwo]

He looked sheepish, after swallowing his pills, "Sorry." Leoben turned to look at her, "I've... never been injured before. I don't like it."

Leoben just wanted to be better. Like in resurrection. Get hurt, resurrect in a brand new healthy body. This was awful. But it was perhaps a part of life he'd have to learn to accept.