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Jun. 30th, 2015 06:36 pmHe truly hates this.
As glad to be in his own bed as he is, as soft the new sheets and fluffed the pillows, Aramis hates the need that makes him lie here, all but useless. His body is meant to be used, to carry him out of doors, to grab and to hold Porthos and Athos, yet it seems all Aramis' body wants to do is sleep.
The only thing more humiliating than the weakness in his limbs must surely be the daily medicines he must take, or the telephone reports to the hospital about how often he is urinating. It is all a trial, one that Aramis should be happy to sleep through, yet he clings to consciousness as much as he can.
In concession to his neediness, Porthos has left open the bedroom door, and Aramis listens to him bustle about the living room and kitchen, tending to what Aramis cannot. The sound is reassuring, a promise that despite being alone in this room, Aramis is not alone, and the door can be traveled through at any time.
He is not trapped. He is home.
And he's rather damnably bored.
As glad to be in his own bed as he is, as soft the new sheets and fluffed the pillows, Aramis hates the need that makes him lie here, all but useless. His body is meant to be used, to carry him out of doors, to grab and to hold Porthos and Athos, yet it seems all Aramis' body wants to do is sleep.
The only thing more humiliating than the weakness in his limbs must surely be the daily medicines he must take, or the telephone reports to the hospital about how often he is urinating. It is all a trial, one that Aramis should be happy to sleep through, yet he clings to consciousness as much as he can.
In concession to his neediness, Porthos has left open the bedroom door, and Aramis listens to him bustle about the living room and kitchen, tending to what Aramis cannot. The sound is reassuring, a promise that despite being alone in this room, Aramis is not alone, and the door can be traveled through at any time.
He is not trapped. He is home.
And he's rather damnably bored.