[ beautiful mess 002] : does it worry you to be alone?
(continued almost immediately after this)
Nearly two days had gone by when Arthur finally wakes up. And he wishes he hadn't with the headache (and full bladder) that greets him. His body is incredibly sore and for a moment he can't remember why.
But then, after managing to push himself back up into a sitting position on his mattress, legs all tangled up in the blankets he has laid out on it, he remembers the fight, being beat into the floor and then he had been in the hospital (he still had the medical tape wrapped around his arm, holding the gauze in place over the hole the IV left) and he had been put there by... his opponent.
Tommy. That had been his name. Hell, he even checked up on him and bought him a huge breakfast (which Arthur still felt full from).
It was so weird, looking back on it now, how easily they seemed to get along... The kid - despite his size he was actually younger than Arthur - was actually a good guy under all that muscle (and anger - Arthur hadn't forgotten that). He even tried not to laugh at remembering they live in the same fucking apartment building.
After some effort in getting to his toilet and then managing to get some water, he had to decide what he could do today (he could go back to sleep, but too much sleep wouldn't do him any favors). He wouldn't be any good going to wash dishes (it would be his luck he'd end up dropping one) and riding the subway would lead to him nodding off if he got too still.
So, he decided on the library. The only way he'd get rid of the soreness in his body would be to work it out and get moving again.
Nearly two days had gone by when Arthur finally wakes up. And he wishes he hadn't with the headache (and full bladder) that greets him. His body is incredibly sore and for a moment he can't remember why.
But then, after managing to push himself back up into a sitting position on his mattress, legs all tangled up in the blankets he has laid out on it, he remembers the fight, being beat into the floor and then he had been in the hospital (he still had the medical tape wrapped around his arm, holding the gauze in place over the hole the IV left) and he had been put there by... his opponent.
Tommy. That had been his name. Hell, he even checked up on him and bought him a huge breakfast (which Arthur still felt full from).
It was so weird, looking back on it now, how easily they seemed to get along... The kid - despite his size he was actually younger than Arthur - was actually a good guy under all that muscle (and anger - Arthur hadn't forgotten that). He even tried not to laugh at remembering they live in the same fucking apartment building.
After some effort in getting to his toilet and then managing to get some water, he had to decide what he could do today (he could go back to sleep, but too much sleep wouldn't do him any favors). He wouldn't be any good going to wash dishes (it would be his luck he'd end up dropping one) and riding the subway would lead to him nodding off if he got too still.
So, he decided on the library. The only way he'd get rid of the soreness in his body would be to work it out and get moving again.