Lean on me when // private // you're not strong

[jacob w.c.]

Jacob smelled the Snowbounder long before he arrived. As he realized someone was getting closer and closer, he struggled to push himself to his paws but was only able to ground his front two before sliding back onto the ground. Then he heard the question that he knew had to come. Jacob didn't like to admit to being ill or incapable of moving without help. That was why when he had bad days, he primarily stayed in his den and waited it out. There weren't any good herb combinations that he'd found yet, though he never stopped experimenting. He was always careful not to take anything that'd hurt him and he'd been able to find some combinations that worked better than others, especially when paired with various physical therapy exercises (which he now also had to do alone, as he was away from the city. His Ma had been the first one to encourage him to try it but she wasn't here to help him anymore). None of that would help him right now, though, and he knew he needed a way back. "Ya' don need ta' worry," he began. He never meant to cause anyone any sort of alarm, though he knew that was usually the response when he couldn't move. Unless they'd known Jacob for a long time, most didn't know this was almost a part of his daily routine. It just generally happened early in the morning or late in the evening.

"I was in... I had an accident a long time ago. I broke a lotta' bones n' some I think I got some real bad nerve damage on the right side ah' me. My hing left leg should come back soon but 's hard ta' say how long the right one's gonna' hurt. My legs don' work too well anymore 'cause ah' what 'appened n' I think I need some help gettin' back ta' camp. From there I can look over my notes n' figure out somethin' tha' might help this a li'l or make it slow down," he explained. He continued to try to push himself to his paws and finally managed to gain ground with one of his back legs. Still, his right leg was completely limp and, should he start moving, he was sure he'd fall over, especially when he tried to drag it through the snow and back to the tunnels that made up Snowbound's camp.

★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━