Spoon is almost impossibly glad that Blink was able to bring him back those crutches. Lack of mobility is SO not his thing. Granted, he still can't put enough weight on the twisted ankle to really suit his tastes, but he'll adapt, dammit
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Dropping his armload of concrete (and it's a small armload, admittedly) Sokka walks over near Spoon, frowning a little in concern. You've got cruches man - and a busted ankle.
"Do the doctors even know you're out here?"
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Which probably means 'no'.
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I'm shaking only a little from my daily dose of hell as I step from the building, but it should soon pass. I wish that the fatigue which is getting progressively worse might do the same, but I am coming to doubt it. Thus do I settle against the wall.
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He hobbles away from the target to the firing line, where he left his bow and arrows. "Besides," he says, "you're right. Won't make much difference. Before the fighting I was training with Iroh five hours a day, and shooting for a sixth, before I'd go out on patrol. Can't really work with Iroh just yet, but I can do this."
He slides right down his crutch, the bad leg going out behind him smoothly, and scoops up his bow. A moment later he's nocked an arrow and has it at full draw. Several long moments of silence pass; then- thoq!- there's a green-vaned arrow sunk in the heart of the Magog-shaped target.
"Worked for the Chinese, shooting from the kneel," he says with some satisfaction. "How've you been, anyways?"
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Blink. Blink.
"Ill? Didn't think you could get ill, in your state."
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