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Time heals. But so does friendship and love. Resting will only get you so far, if you want to go further you have to work for it.
That mindset was what had colored the past three weeks. When Casper realized that Ford was as lethargic and apathetic as he was, he took it upon himself to force the man into action. And, with Darcy's and even Francis' help, they succeeded.
It started with walks. Getting outside in the fresh air. Then Casper started dragging him out on morning runs a few days a week. Just getting Ford to move seemed to help.
Then Casper insisted on Darcy resuming her training, and more or less forced Ford to at least assist in the lessons that he temporarily took over. Ford seemed to hate every second of it, but also grew stronger. His shields grew steadier. And when the day came that Casper wanted him to go flying with him, he after a fair deal of effort managed to shift into that big black crow that had so long ago been perched at Darcy's window for almost an entire day.
Ford was growing stronger and was slowly becoming more and more like his old self. But he was still not there. He had trouble sleeping in periods, in others he could sleep days away if they let him. He was still very quiet, but at least he answered questions. There were nightmares, and Ford's brand of silent panic attacks, there were days when he seemed to close down and shut everyone out. But he was getting better.
Then came the day when Marcus Flynn once again rang on the doorbell.
That mindset was what had colored the past three weeks. When Casper realized that Ford was as lethargic and apathetic as he was, he took it upon himself to force the man into action. And, with Darcy's and even Francis' help, they succeeded.
It started with walks. Getting outside in the fresh air. Then Casper started dragging him out on morning runs a few days a week. Just getting Ford to move seemed to help.
Then Casper insisted on Darcy resuming her training, and more or less forced Ford to at least assist in the lessons that he temporarily took over. Ford seemed to hate every second of it, but also grew stronger. His shields grew steadier. And when the day came that Casper wanted him to go flying with him, he after a fair deal of effort managed to shift into that big black crow that had so long ago been perched at Darcy's window for almost an entire day.
Ford was growing stronger and was slowly becoming more and more like his old self. But he was still not there. He had trouble sleeping in periods, in others he could sleep days away if they let him. He was still very quiet, but at least he answered questions. There were nightmares, and Ford's brand of silent panic attacks, there were days when he seemed to close down and shut everyone out. But he was getting better.
Then came the day when Marcus Flynn once again rang on the doorbell.