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It shouldn't have surprised him all that much, given how fucking terrible his hearing had been for years, but it sure as hell was annoying. For a few days, Joe had noticed he was turning the right side of his head toward people more than usual. His hearing had been shit in his left ear for a long fucking time, but this was worse than normal and he'd let it go for too long, probably. Not that he expected there was a hell of a lot anyone on the island could do and he didn't think they'd gotten around to inventing hearing aids yet, but he thought Dale might question why he hadn't gotten it checked out sooner.
The truth was, it freaked Joe out a little bit. He'd been nearly deaf in his left ear for a long time, but to have it go completely was a little scary. He didn't know what it might mean -- or not mean -- for playing and writing music. It probably wouldn't change much in the day to day; he'd get a little louder and he'd probably end up positioning himself to that everyone was on his right, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was not knowing if he'd still be able to play music properly.
Heading down the hall toward the clinic, Joe hestitated, then stopped altogether, standing uncomfortably in the hallway. This fear was fucking stupid. Whether or not he went to the doctor, it was going to be the same fucking thing. He'd be completely deaf in one ear and no doctor was going to be able to fix that. On the other hand, he'd probably make a few people feel better if he just sucked it up like a big fucking boy and went.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered, rubbing his ear, as if that could magically make his hearing reappear. It didn't do anything except make him feel a little stupid for skulking around the door of the clinic like some fucking criminal.
[Always a good time to meet him. Although if your pups approaches from the left, he probably won't hear them.]
The truth was, it freaked Joe out a little bit. He'd been nearly deaf in his left ear for a long time, but to have it go completely was a little scary. He didn't know what it might mean -- or not mean -- for playing and writing music. It probably wouldn't change much in the day to day; he'd get a little louder and he'd probably end up positioning himself to that everyone was on his right, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was not knowing if he'd still be able to play music properly.
Heading down the hall toward the clinic, Joe hestitated, then stopped altogether, standing uncomfortably in the hallway. This fear was fucking stupid. Whether or not he went to the doctor, it was going to be the same fucking thing. He'd be completely deaf in one ear and no doctor was going to be able to fix that. On the other hand, he'd probably make a few people feel better if he just sucked it up like a big fucking boy and went.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered, rubbing his ear, as if that could magically make his hearing reappear. It didn't do anything except make him feel a little stupid for skulking around the door of the clinic like some fucking criminal.
[Always a good time to meet him. Although if your pups approaches from the left, he probably won't hear them.]