04-19-2018, 12:51 PM
Jacob just wanted to go on a walk by himself. He just wanted to think. Even if that was the way he was captured, he needed to process everything that had happened and everything that was still happening. He was significantly better than he had been at first. Pincher had looked after him, a fact he still didn't know how to feel about, and had only returned him when he was sure that Jacob was stable. Not only that, but Jacob couldn't bear to face his new home, his new family, in that condition. It was one thing to let Jersey see him that way but he didn't want everyone else to see him like that too. He was their doctor and they'd all recently experienced trauma. How was he supposed to seem like he could care for them if it was obvious he struggled as much as they did? He already couldn't hide his limp or his burns (while technically no one saw him, after all of Guru's fire jokes he wouldn't be surprised if a few people had an idea of what his bandages and sweater hid) and he wasn't trying to get anymore pity. He just wanted to do his job, that was all. So, as he walked, he tried to keep his eyes open for any hints of green beneath the layers of ice and snow. If one good thing had come from all that'd happened in Typhoon, it was that he didn't have to worry about finding herbs anymore. While it'd still be nice to find a few in their own territory, he didn't have to rely on what was here (especially considering how few they had).
As he walked, his eyes were caught on a little dark spot a few feet away so he began to make his way towards it. What he didn't realize was there was a small span of ice between him and the spot. As soon as he hit it, the boy collapsed, his already unsteady legs unable to adjust fast enough to the slippery surface. He let out a yelp and began to push himself up only to realize that his back legs weren't responding. Tears immediately began to gather in his eyes, though he did his best to push them away. He just had to get up. He just had to make his legs work. He knew they were giving out, he knew he'd need a better solution soon but he wasn't willing to give up yet. He couldn't let someone find him like this, he couldn't freeze out here because his legs refused to work. He had to get up. Still, pain shot through his usually numb legs and he let out a soft gasp. While he usually had little to no feeling in his legs because of the burns that'd ravaged them so long ago, occasionally they'd feel as though they were burning all over again and he'd have to spend the day inside. Sometimes it was bad enough that he couldn't bring himself to even get out of bed but other times it only lasted for a few moments before it returned to normal and he was bale to move. He could only hope that this episode would pass quickly. Why had he gone out on his own? He knew why. He'd been arrogant and selfish. He'd known he shouldn't be walking around like this by himself, especially after he'd just gotten back from the Typhoon, but he wanted to be by himself. He wanted to be 'independent'. What a joke. Now he'd independently die of hypothermia if his worthless legs didn't respond to his plead for them to move.
As he walked, his eyes were caught on a little dark spot a few feet away so he began to make his way towards it. What he didn't realize was there was a small span of ice between him and the spot. As soon as he hit it, the boy collapsed, his already unsteady legs unable to adjust fast enough to the slippery surface. He let out a yelp and began to push himself up only to realize that his back legs weren't responding. Tears immediately began to gather in his eyes, though he did his best to push them away. He just had to get up. He just had to make his legs work. He knew they were giving out, he knew he'd need a better solution soon but he wasn't willing to give up yet. He couldn't let someone find him like this, he couldn't freeze out here because his legs refused to work. He had to get up. Still, pain shot through his usually numb legs and he let out a soft gasp. While he usually had little to no feeling in his legs because of the burns that'd ravaged them so long ago, occasionally they'd feel as though they were burning all over again and he'd have to spend the day inside. Sometimes it was bad enough that he couldn't bring himself to even get out of bed but other times it only lasted for a few moments before it returned to normal and he was bale to move. He could only hope that this episode would pass quickly. Why had he gone out on his own? He knew why. He'd been arrogant and selfish. He'd known he shouldn't be walking around like this by himself, especially after he'd just gotten back from the Typhoon, but he wanted to be by himself. He wanted to be 'independent'. What a joke. Now he'd independently die of hypothermia if his worthless legs didn't respond to his plead for them to move.
★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
☆ snowbound & 14 moons & dealer &@ vellichor