Saturday Morning 1-21-06
He didn't get out of bed when he woke up for the simple fact he wasn't sure he could. Well, he could. All he needed was his crutches, which were stowed away in his closet. He glanced at Justin sleeping beside him, although he couldn't say if the man was sleeping or not, as he'd been awake for some time before he moved at all. He sat up, slowly, carefully, trying not to disturb his friend.
He reached for his cane to help keep him steady when he stood. He needed a shower, though the heat wouldn't help enough to make much difference with his leg. He grunted with the effort of walking the few steps to the closet, and wrestling the crutches out of the darkness. Monday would mark two weeks since he saw Aziraphale for a healing, he was still two days short, and he'd wanted to make two and a half weeks this time.
He tugged open the courtyard door to let Cash out for his morning romp, leaving the door open for Cash o let himsel fback in. He'd been taching the puppy to close the door behind himself with some success.
Vicodin would be so much easier than this, he grumbled as he swung into the kitchen on the crutches. He wasn't much of a cook, and he didn't really have anything to offer, but he thought he should at least make an effort to offer Justin something when he awoke, sinc ehte man had been kind enough to accompany him home when he wasn't sure he would make the walk.
He found a box of poptarts, which was better than nothing, even if hey were left over from when Wilson lived with him.
He reached for his cane to help keep him steady when he stood. He needed a shower, though the heat wouldn't help enough to make much difference with his leg. He grunted with the effort of walking the few steps to the closet, and wrestling the crutches out of the darkness. Monday would mark two weeks since he saw Aziraphale for a healing, he was still two days short, and he'd wanted to make two and a half weeks this time.
He tugged open the courtyard door to let Cash out for his morning romp, leaving the door open for Cash o let himsel fback in. He'd been taching the puppy to close the door behind himself with some success.
Vicodin would be so much easier than this, he grumbled as he swung into the kitchen on the crutches. He wasn't much of a cook, and he didn't really have anything to offer, but he thought he should at least make an effort to offer Justin something when he awoke, sinc ehte man had been kind enough to accompany him home when he wasn't sure he would make the walk.
He found a box of poptarts, which was better than nothing, even if hey were left over from when Wilson lived with him.