☭o45| После бури, хорошую погоду; после скорби, радости
It has been well over a couple days since the whole Zombie ordeal, but Dimitri is still confined to his bed. At the time the adrenaline masked the pain, but now since that wore off, he's stuck with have terrible aches in his back and shoulders. The bruises on his side are still healing, but his arm is another story.
He's been cleaning and dressing the wound properly, but from the looks of it, it might be infected. He sighs while laying on his belly in his bed, he ditched the sheets since it is very warm in his room. Rubbing at his eyes, he concentrates on ignoring the pulsating pain. Because really, who's going to come and help him? No one really.
[ooc: I don't know who to really rp as right now. As of lately I been in a real slump; I lost a good amount of my character muses (including Penn) and I just...don't know where to start. SO I guess I'm going to attempt to rp as Moscow. Ummm the title of his entry is a Russian proverb, After a storm, fair weather; after sorrow, joy. It means that There must be something better after every piece of unpleasantness. ]
He's been cleaning and dressing the wound properly, but from the looks of it, it might be infected. He sighs while laying on his belly in his bed, he ditched the sheets since it is very warm in his room. Rubbing at his eyes, he concentrates on ignoring the pulsating pain. Because really, who's going to come and help him? No one really.
[ooc: I don't know who to really rp as right now. As of lately I been in a real slump; I lost a good amount of my character muses (including Penn) and I just...don't know where to start. SO I guess I'm going to attempt to rp as Moscow. Ummm the title of his entry is a Russian proverb, After a storm, fair weather; after sorrow, joy. It means that There must be something better after every piece of unpleasantness. ]