vicodin oom the third
Hospital life's a bitch! So's managing to hurt yourself, when you're already hurt in the first place. Ikki can take the usual pain of his injury and take it just fine, and he can take the added rehab on top of that, too. But being in a wheelchair can be some hazardous business, and if you're not just the right amount of careful, it can go terribly, terribly wrong.
Like if you decide to be a jerk and race someone, for example. And, uh, try to turn a corner too fast. And, er, manage to run right into a wall. And then topple over. And then kind of hit your head. And --
And okay, so Ikki had been a big idiot. But it'd gotten him out of rehab today, at least, even if he's had a massive migraine all day. He's sort of been ducked under the covers of his bed all day, trying to hide from the bitches of the world, and occasionally frequently expressing his discontent with the entire situation. While Ine had refused to give him anything for awhile because she said he'd been too stupid to earn it, finally he'd annoyed her too much and she'd given him something just to shut him up.
It was supposed to be tylonel! It must be some super-grade, awesome tylonel, because his head still hurts but nothin' else does and whatever's left, he just doesn't give one shit about. The change only happened a couple minutes ago, so he's still in bed, but he's not under the blankets anymore. Right now, he's sort of staring at the wall and humming an aimless tune, but he's pretty fidgety too. He's gonna have to find a way to get RID OF THAT ENERGY pretty soon!