CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompts Post // July 1 - 15

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Fill: Jared/Osric, knitting, "Big Yellow Taxi" pt 3 of ?

[anonymous]

In the end, it was nothing else but his hand. He was a bit battered- bruised all over, including his ribs, which was no fun. But his thumb was dislocated as well as fractured, the ligaments around the joint had been torn to hell. The knitting needle hadn't just impaled him. It had impaled, then ripped through the muscle like a cheese slicer. It had hit an artery on the way through his thenar eminence and a nerve as well, making the thumb pretty much numb and unresponsive. Not that he could move it while it was all casted up.

It was really sort of a worst case scenario for a knitter. He hadn't knit a stitch since the fall, the first time, pretty much ever, since his Mom had yarn and needles in his hands at age six and taught him to cast on. He was stir crazy, could almost feel the needles in his hands again. He lived and breathed knitting. To not knit a stitch was like not eating or breathing for him.

Six weeks after his fall, six weeks after the orthopedic surgery, he was at his hand specialist, Dr. Morgan, getting the cast off. The x-rays had looked good. The fracture was healed up. There was hope that the nerve damage might have gotten better, that it had been exacerbated in the first place by swelling and the dislocation.

At last the saw stopped. The cut off parts of the cast dropped off. Jared looked at his left hand. It was a wrinkled, pale thing and after all those weeks in the cast, it was almost like looking at an alien limb, not his own hand. There was a thin, well healed scar from the surgery, but little other sign of the injury.

Except that Jared tried to make a light fist with the hand. His fingers closed easily, but his thumb just kind of twitched and stayed open. Jared tried again.

"No," he whispered. Then he turned to the doctor. "No. You said it would heal. You said I would almost certainly get full use out of it again, full motion, full strength."

Dr. Morgan gave him a stern, but warm look. "Not right away. You have strength training to do, physical therapy. It might take eighteen months, even longer to reach a full recover. The healing of the bone and joint is just the first part of the process. Still, it could be worse. At least it's your left hand, not your right."

"You don't understand. I need my left hand. I'm a picker, not a thrower."

"A what?"