[ota] since you've been gone
Hadyn was back, after nearly two weeks away. He honestly didn't know if going had helped him determine anything at all aside from the fact that when he was gone he missed being here. Or maybe it was that he missed certain people. Either way, what started out as a head cold in Paris that waned and seemed to go away had since evolved into something much worse. He'd managed to get something out of the pharmacy to help, but after three days of misery he'd finally decided that going home to his own bed was preferable to laying alone on a lavish, but empty bed in the middle of a room far too large for one person alone.
He'd avoided the medication for his drive home, only to regret it by the time he pulled his bike to a stop outside a coffee shop near the center of town. He wanted to lay down, he thought, in the snow if only to cool his aching, burning forehead. Not that it would help, he knew, but the urge was so very real.
Scrubbing a head through his hair, Hadyn looked at his watch and forced himself to walk inside of the coffee shop and at least buy a begal and juice. He needed to keep himself at least moderately fed, before the others set about mothering him.
He'd avoided the medication for his drive home, only to regret it by the time he pulled his bike to a stop outside a coffee shop near the center of town. He wanted to lay down, he thought, in the snow if only to cool his aching, burning forehead. Not that it would help, he knew, but the urge was so very real.
Scrubbing a head through his hair, Hadyn looked at his watch and forced himself to walk inside of the coffee shop and at least buy a begal and juice. He needed to keep himself at least moderately fed, before the others set about mothering him.