*24; Open comment logs & to all communications~ Backdated to sometime last week!!
He would have been getting cabin fever if it weren’t for the fact he didn’t really mind all the sleeping and taking care of he had since he got sick. Of course he wasn’t up and doing things yet but it at least didn’t sound like he swallowed glass anymore. The temperature he had went down a few degrees and the horrible coughing had gone away not too long ago. But Angeal was still bedridden, doing nothing other than sleep, think too much before falling back asleep and the occasional trip to the bathroom. The last thing he wanted was to think he was well enough to get up and do whatever he pleased, only to be where he is now in worse conditions.
But now he was sitting up in bed, wrapped in covers and blankets, wide awake. His energy was returning slowly. Eyes lingered to the communicator. He had been ignoring the majority of the noise that came through it, mostly from a lack of enthusiasm due to being sick. Well. He should at least listen in and see what’s been going on. And as he reached to grab the communicator it gave off a charge, repelled into the air and slammed on the floor, leaving a scorch mark on the night stand. “…..” So that’s the power of what had been zapping him all this time.
Angeal leaned over the bed with a grunt to pick it up, noting the red flashing light and ending whatever sort of post he had made. Oh well, he sighed as he plopped back down on his bed. He’d just as easily explain it to anyone who asked than make another post saying what happened.
But now he was sitting up in bed, wrapped in covers and blankets, wide awake. His energy was returning slowly. Eyes lingered to the communicator. He had been ignoring the majority of the noise that came through it, mostly from a lack of enthusiasm due to being sick. Well. He should at least listen in and see what’s been going on. And as he reached to grab the communicator it gave off a charge, repelled into the air and slammed on the floor, leaving a scorch mark on the night stand. “…..” So that’s the power of what had been zapping him all this time.
Angeal leaned over the bed with a grunt to pick it up, noting the red flashing light and ending whatever sort of post he had made. Oh well, he sighed as he plopped back down on his bed. He’d just as easily explain it to anyone who asked than make another post saying what happened.