Time flew by him, Hadyn thought, while he stood still. The surgery for his leg went fast- adding a few plates and rods to help hold the nearly shattered bone together. It was, he told, going to be a long recovery for his leg. There was even a chance he might well never run on it again. But then he was to be released, much to his Doctor's protest. And so with a newly purchased wheelchair in hand, Elisha took him home.
Elisha broke the silence of their trip to make him smile, even if it was weak and tired. And then there was the constant reaffirmations - 'I love you'. When asked why he kept saying it, Elisha replied that he would keep saying it until Hadyn believed him.
The following weeks were spent in Club Castle, always in the company of another. Elisha explained to them that Hadyn needed their help- what with the chair, and the broken bones. Secretly, Hadyn though, it was because he was afraid to leave the Jack of Hearts alone. It was fair, to be honest. It wasn't until week four, perhaps, that Hadyn truly began to believe that death might not be his only answer.
His weeks were filled, too, with visitors and well wishers. His brother and sister came by often- at first with worried eyes, and then...slowly, with smiles. Theo and Rowan each made their visits, though the King of Hearts also seemed keen to ensure that Caleb's work was sound. Drew stopped by daily, offering to steal Hadyn away for a beer between bringing him work. Master Henry, Clayton, Gaston, and a thousand others it seemed. Blythe came among the last, slapping him before wrapping her arms around his neck and softly making him promise to never do anything so stupid again.
By the time the cast came off his arm, Hadyn was starting to feel different. His heart still ached, but for the first time he felt it was bearable. At least...for now it was. It helped that Caleb brought him crutches and helped him stand slowly after having been confined to a chair or bed for so long.
The cast one his leg eventually came off, replaced by hard shelled boot that came nearly up to his knee. It was uncomfortable, though it allowed him to put some weight on his leg. But the best part, he supposed, was that he could take it off. He could sit on the bed with it stretched out in front of him, and pretend for a moment that it was not broken at all. And...well, he could also take a bath. Like the one he ran, for the first time in over a month, in his own bath.
In his own rooms.
Perhaps he should have told Elisha he was leaving, even if he'd only meant for it to be an hour or so. Freedom had been too intoxicating, though, to stand in a room. Besides, Bond was starting to miss his dog bed...
Well, probably not. Elisha was as good a bed as any.
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Elisha broke the silence of their trip to make him smile, even if it was weak and tired. And then there was the constant reaffirmations - 'I love you'. When asked why he kept saying it, Elisha replied that he would keep saying it until Hadyn believed him.
The following weeks were spent in Club Castle, always in the company of another. Elisha explained to them that Hadyn needed their help- what with the chair, and the broken bones. Secretly, Hadyn though, it was because he was afraid to leave the Jack of Hearts alone. It was fair, to be honest. It wasn't until week four, perhaps, that Hadyn truly began to believe that death might not be his only answer.
His weeks were filled, too, with visitors and well wishers. His brother and sister came by often- at first with worried eyes, and then...slowly, with smiles. Theo and Rowan each made their visits, though the King of Hearts also seemed keen to ensure that Caleb's work was sound. Drew stopped by daily, offering to steal Hadyn away for a beer between bringing him work. Master Henry, Clayton, Gaston, and a thousand others it seemed. Blythe came among the last, slapping him before wrapping her arms around his neck and softly making him promise to never do anything so stupid again.
By the time the cast came off his arm, Hadyn was starting to feel different. His heart still ached, but for the first time he felt it was bearable. At least...for now it was. It helped that Caleb brought him crutches and helped him stand slowly after having been confined to a chair or bed for so long.
The cast one his leg eventually came off, replaced by hard shelled boot that came nearly up to his knee. It was uncomfortable, though it allowed him to put some weight on his leg. But the best part, he supposed, was that he could take it off. He could sit on the bed with it stretched out in front of him, and pretend for a moment that it was not broken at all. And...well, he could also take a bath. Like the one he ran, for the first time in over a month, in his own bath.
In his own rooms.
Perhaps he should have told Elisha he was leaving, even if he'd only meant for it to be an hour or so. Freedom had been too intoxicating, though, to stand in a room. Besides, Bond was starting to miss his dog bed...
Well, probably not. Elisha was as good a bed as any.