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By no fault but his own, Jason Street'd waited too damned long to get off his ass and try out those new paths.
He wasn't exactly sure what it'd been holding him back. Wallowing in self pity, maybe, because he'd never been one to fear the unknown and he sure wasn't gonna start now. Or maybe the time just hadn't been right. He found that, over the last few months, even with his daily therapy, he'd let himself go a little bit. He could feel it, doing laps around the compound earlier in the week, the ache in his arms. The lightheadedness. The doctors back home, and here wasn't any different, had told him to watch himself. Don't get overheated, your body can't take it like it used to. He'd been told, over and over, not to put himself at risk of re-injuring his fusion site. He'd been told... he'd been told... he'd been told...
And he'd just have to keep proving them wrong.
That morning, Jason got up with the sun, had his catheter checked and replaced, dressed in his most comfortable clothes, packed enough water for about a week, and started out on his own. It was about three miles to the beach, they said, so he figured he might as well get a move on.
Jason was going to see the water if it killed him, and he'd get himself there, one way or another. But man, it'd be worth it.
[Find Jason anywhere on the main boardwalk from the Compound to the Dock, or find him already at the water. Open to all, it's almost always a great time to meet him.]
He wasn't exactly sure what it'd been holding him back. Wallowing in self pity, maybe, because he'd never been one to fear the unknown and he sure wasn't gonna start now. Or maybe the time just hadn't been right. He found that, over the last few months, even with his daily therapy, he'd let himself go a little bit. He could feel it, doing laps around the compound earlier in the week, the ache in his arms. The lightheadedness. The doctors back home, and here wasn't any different, had told him to watch himself. Don't get overheated, your body can't take it like it used to. He'd been told, over and over, not to put himself at risk of re-injuring his fusion site. He'd been told... he'd been told... he'd been told...
And he'd just have to keep proving them wrong.
That morning, Jason got up with the sun, had his catheter checked and replaced, dressed in his most comfortable clothes, packed enough water for about a week, and started out on his own. It was about three miles to the beach, they said, so he figured he might as well get a move on.
Jason was going to see the water if it killed him, and he'd get himself there, one way or another. But man, it'd be worth it.
[Find Jason anywhere on the main boardwalk from the Compound to the Dock, or find him already at the water. Open to all, it's almost always a great time to meet him.]