They had left them…
His head was throbbing with more pain than he had ever really experienced in his life before and there was no escaping it, no relief for it. Doing his best to not let it affect his decision making was all he could do and he hated it. Which was, in itself, another problem that he then had to try mentally working his way through.
The pain wasn’t supposed to be there, of course, now that he was actually in a medical facility. Painkillers were available but Crix had refused them after awhile not out of some bullshit sense that he needed to ‘suffer’ but because he didn’t like how it made his thoughts feel. Sluggish and circular and all disjointed.
With them it hurt but he was able to actually think.
Think like how he had invited Poet to actually come and visit him. Crix was beginning to get better, enough to have visitors for sure and he had been taken to a hospital in the Core because of the Ranger.
Gods but he hoped his mom hadn’t worried about him.
Having a blaster bolt hit the wall behind his head had damaged him… even now he brought his left hand up and gingerly touched the shattered remains of the horns there. Taking a shaky, juddering, breath, he shook his head ever so slightly as he waited for Poet to arrive. They… they should talk he supposed.
@Forsythe Crowholde