↘ clinic.
The going had probably been too good up until then. In retrospect, Rodney ought to have expected to have scuffed himself up in some way by now, particularly since he'd taken it upon himself to build himself a home and then touch it up. He'd taken most of the morning making improvements on the roof, keeping his balance easily as he toted what tools and materials up and down and from one end of the roof to the other. He knew what it was like to fall, which was why -- when he realized that, some time in the afternoon, his weight was going one way and most of the roof was going the other -- when he actually began wavering on the very edge of the rooftop, he laughed instead of making any effort to right himself, as he knew nothing was going to save him.
Roughly half an hour later found him walking towards the compound, shoulder red and swollen, arm held stiffly by his side as he tried not to let his shoulder move. It hurt a pretty good deal more than anything he'd gone through recently, although, to be honest, he wasn't too miffed about it. His expression conveyed more amusement than pain, although the wince was very much still in place as he reached the building.
He made his way to the clinic fairly easily, stopping once he reached the doorway, raising both eyebrows as he surveyed the room.
"Knock knock."
Roughly half an hour later found him walking towards the compound, shoulder red and swollen, arm held stiffly by his side as he tried not to let his shoulder move. It hurt a pretty good deal more than anything he'd gone through recently, although, to be honest, he wasn't too miffed about it. His expression conveyed more amusement than pain, although the wince was very much still in place as he reached the building.
He made his way to the clinic fairly easily, stopping once he reached the doorway, raising both eyebrows as he surveyed the room.
"Knock knock."