When: backdated to this morning(?)
Where: John's bedroom... as usual. *snort*
Rating: PG.
Characters: John, Rose
Summary: John gets a little assistance.
He felt like he'd been lying there for an eternity.
He honestly felt so bad, so stiff, so sore, he just wanted to give up. He wanted to close his eyes, and just never wanted to wake up again. It felt like whatever life he could have had had gone down the toilet long before now.
He sighed, wanting to turn over, to move, but he was afraid to move. He was afraid he might have broken his hip, and he knew well enough, if he moved without someone checking it, he could make it worse.
So all he could do now was wait, wait until someone came to help him.
He didn't like this. Not one bit.