Post by Taiomah Keshawn on Mar 16, 2009 20:04:01 GMT -5
{Timeline: 5 years post-BD}
Tai clenched his jaw as he looked into the mirror, a stubborn expression glaring back at him from his reflection. She’d won; Rayen had beaten his pig-headed resolve and had convinced him to seek help for his injury. In their last phone call, which had ended somewhat unpleasantly, he had promised her that he would go to the clinic and his pride goaded him into following through with it. It wasn’t going to be good, though, he knew that.
Since arriving back at Neah Bay a year ago he hadn’t arranged for any check ups, he hadn’t done any physiotherapy and he hadn’t arranged for any mobility help or disability allowance. His parents were still despairing of his drifting joblessness, but they had given up nagging him to look at the job pages in the newspaper. His knee, as well, was showing no signs of getting any better, which he knew was probably due to lack of exercise. It now felt stiff and sore almost perpetually and his dependence on the cane was complete. Although he could stand easily without support, walking had become almost an impossibility – not that he had tried much.
It wasn’t even as if the reservation’s clinic was making it easy for him to even get to see the damned doctor. Apparently facilities on Makah weren’t suitable for his level of injury, so he had to go to the hospital in Forks. Which mean driving – technically not a problem, but getting in and out of that truck felt like scaling the Grand Canyon sometimes. He managed to force himself, though, with only minor hissing and a cacophony of unpleasant facial expressions and groans.
As predicted, the drive was fairly easy as soon as the jarring pain had faded. However, the hop down from the truck when he finally got to Forks just about stole all the air from his lungs. He clutched at the side of his vehicle, his cane tucked under his arm and breathed heavily with his eyes shut tight until the pain became bearable once more.
A few minutes later he pushed himself off the side of his truck and hobbled slowly to the reception area. Explaining himself to the receptionist, he couldn’t shift the sullen expression on his face, even though he knew none of this was her damned fault. There was nothing else he could do, though, do he retreated without another word and took a seat. Once there, he worked consciously to try to relax some of his muscles – he didn’t want to scare the old woman next to him half to death whilst she waited – though this was pretty difficult when all he could think was that this was going to be bad.
Tai clenched his jaw as he looked into the mirror, a stubborn expression glaring back at him from his reflection. She’d won; Rayen had beaten his pig-headed resolve and had convinced him to seek help for his injury. In their last phone call, which had ended somewhat unpleasantly, he had promised her that he would go to the clinic and his pride goaded him into following through with it. It wasn’t going to be good, though, he knew that.
Since arriving back at Neah Bay a year ago he hadn’t arranged for any check ups, he hadn’t done any physiotherapy and he hadn’t arranged for any mobility help or disability allowance. His parents were still despairing of his drifting joblessness, but they had given up nagging him to look at the job pages in the newspaper. His knee, as well, was showing no signs of getting any better, which he knew was probably due to lack of exercise. It now felt stiff and sore almost perpetually and his dependence on the cane was complete. Although he could stand easily without support, walking had become almost an impossibility – not that he had tried much.
It wasn’t even as if the reservation’s clinic was making it easy for him to even get to see the damned doctor. Apparently facilities on Makah weren’t suitable for his level of injury, so he had to go to the hospital in Forks. Which mean driving – technically not a problem, but getting in and out of that truck felt like scaling the Grand Canyon sometimes. He managed to force himself, though, with only minor hissing and a cacophony of unpleasant facial expressions and groans.
As predicted, the drive was fairly easy as soon as the jarring pain had faded. However, the hop down from the truck when he finally got to Forks just about stole all the air from his lungs. He clutched at the side of his vehicle, his cane tucked under his arm and breathed heavily with his eyes shut tight until the pain became bearable once more.
A few minutes later he pushed himself off the side of his truck and hobbled slowly to the reception area. Explaining himself to the receptionist, he couldn’t shift the sullen expression on his face, even though he knew none of this was her damned fault. There was nothing else he could do, though, do he retreated without another word and took a seat. Once there, he worked consciously to try to relax some of his muscles – he didn’t want to scare the old woman next to him half to death whilst she waited – though this was pretty difficult when all he could think was that this was going to be bad.