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

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob glanced to Izuku as he spoke again and felt his stomach twist with guilt again. He'd done so well hiding all this from his new clanmates. He couldn't change his limp but he'd been so careful to stay inside on his bad days, to limit the amount he walked, to be careful in every single way possible. Yet here he was, on the floor and unable to move in front of someone he hardly knew passed a few greetings. Jacob wasn't sure why he felt so compelled to hide everything from his clanmates. Some of it made sense, such as not mentioning the specific city he lived in or his last names, those were things that he did out of habit to protect himself from whoever might be lurking in Snowbound's ranks. He tried not to think of that too much but he still withheld the Wickliff and Corleone names from most. Perhaps one day he'd tell them but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that now, maybe not ever. Then there were other things he hid that made no sense. For example, he'd known this day was going to come. He wasn't getting steadily better and his days were a mix of bad days and the ones where he could get around, although with a great deal of discomfort. It wouldn't have been hard for him to ask for some help or to finally put those plans for a wheelchair to use or to amputate his legs and try to create some prosthetic. Anything would be better than what he was doing now but, for some reason, he was stubbornly attached to his broken legs. "Sorry, I really didn' mean ta' try n' worry anyone.

The boy tried to push himself up one more time and managed to stand on shaky legs, making his way off the ice and onto the snow once again. He was trembling violently but at least he was moving now. Pain still surged through his legs but he simply bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out from it. "Well, I 'aven't found anythin' tha' makes this go away immediately. Once I get back, I can do some ah' the exercises n' take some herbs ta' help n' hopefully it'll pass soon. 'S already gettin' better so tha's good," he answered before continuing, "If ya' could jus' walk with me, that'd probably be good. I don' think you're gonna' be able ta' carry me but at least this way ya' can always run ta' camp ta' get someone bigger if I fall down again. Nothin' really fixes this but time n' rest or else I'd be tellin' ya' what herbs ta' get me." Jacob's body seemed to tremble a bit less with each step, though it was still clear from the tight lips and misty eyes he was still in a significant amount of pain. He just had to keep telling himself he'd be home soon. He'd get to lay on his blankets, eat some cookies, maybe even make some pasta if he was feeling up to it. He'd be fine. This wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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