What lurks in the shadows // open // of the past

[jacob w.c.]

the subtle grace of gravity

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When Jacob saw two figures approaching, he couldn't help but tense. He knew this was safe territory but he could still hear the shouts of the caravan echoing in his mind. As they came closer, though, he recognized Paper and... someone else. He felt a stab of guilt. He'd really let that stuff with Luca get to him, hadn't he? He'd disappeared for a few days and he'd missed any new members that'd come in. At least they were meeting now, he supposed. The first thing he noticed was his leg, mostly because of the way he carried it. It seemed they had very similar problems. First, though, he directed his attention to Paper. "That'd be great, Paper. Thank you. 'M jus' gonna' need ta' take it ta' Rosie n' Solvieg n' I need ta' make sure these only make it to their paws n' mine. I don' want stuff like this goin' uncontrolled. They have their medical uses but they're real addictive," he answered before turning his attention to Marcellus. "Tha's alright. One person should be enough, I jus' have trouble with it 'cause ah' my legs n' it waas a long walk 'ere ta' begin with. Not sleepin' didn' really do me any favors either," came his response.

"'M sorry but I don' think we've met yet. 'M name's Jacob n' I'm one ah' the sage's 'ere. I noticed your leg. 'M guessin' ya' have limited feelin' in it, right? I dunno' if it gives ya' any problems like phantom pains or trouble walkin' but I have similar problems n' I have some treatments and routines tha' can help. 'S not a cure, obviously, but if 's anything like mine it should help. Nothin' tha' would hurt ya' if it doesn't work out, I stick ta' all natural stuff unless there's some kinda immediate emergency n' 'm real careful 'bout what I use for pain management. I'd have ta' take a look at your case specifically 'cause 'm sure it ain't identical ta' mine but if ya' ever want or need help, ya' can always feel free ta' let me know," he offered. If ever given the opportunity, he always tried to help people in general but to help someone who struggled with similar problems would be a privilege. He was considering more severe and harsh treatments for his own body but maybe through working with someone else, they'd be able to find a milder one that helped them both. He would rather not do any surgical procedures until he felt it was necessary and, even if they were fading, his legs continued to work at some capacity. The phantom pains were worse some days and he was having more and more trouble getting up in the morning but they still technically worked, which was all he needed right now.
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