Dec 07, 2008 21:11
They way things have been going, it was only a matter of time until Ivan ended up in the infirmary, too. On the upside, the doctors agree that it looks like he'll recover, even if he does look dead right now, laying cold and still in his bed, the occasional sick tremor wracking his body.
It's been coming to this for a while now, either faster or slower depending on the circumstances, but with the ten mile trek to work back and forth every day, the strain of being alone, his constant paranoia and nightmares... Now's he's been hooked up to numerous IVs in an attempt to pump some live back into his starved body. It doesn't help that his paranoia had become so strong recently he wouldn't even leave his room, and his hands are veritable ruins. It had all culminated in a desperate attempt taking half the night to saw off the ornate spikes he'd worked so hard to make for his fireplace out of the fear that someone would trip and die on them and he would get in trouble.
Now he's quaking in his bed, half-weeping for uncountable reasons and only kept from pulling the IVs from himself by all the painkillers he's been loaded with.
[[ MERRY CHRISTMAS -w-b ]]
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