Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"Oh? Well if you have complaints, then maybe you should talk to Shiloh about how I'm rotting your teeth." He gave a small snort at that, not caring that it made him unattractive, and finally bothered to pick up his sandwich, tearing a piece off with his fingers and popping it in his mouth. He chewed slowly before bothering to reply, giving her the impression he was ignoring her, when actually he was considering the possibility. Despite hating the popularity pedestal, he knew exactly who Shi did and didn't value in the little crowd of peasants below her. Bambi, for all her flaws and fancies, was annoyingly one of them - Shiloh 'liked' her, and would probably initiate her at some point or another - probably the final day of uni, just to be a bitch. "We work on democracy so perhaps that's a good suggestion." He mused, ignoring the dig that Shi had some kind of power or ruling over him. "Before I lose all my nice white teeth." Dei bared his teeth at her, just to be an asshole.
Maybe that'll strike a little bit of fear into her. If she thought he really would bother to go and 'tell on her' to Shiloh. He didn't care enough to bother, let her pick and choose whoever she wanted to rub her feet and kiss her ass, it only made a difference to him when they thought Dei was their mate and pissed him off. They soon learnt otherwise, Bambi would be no different. Shi knew he didn't give a shit, so it would make all the more impression on her if he bothered to raise a 'concern' with her about one of the minions. He'd only bothered once before, when he thought one of them was playing two sides and relaying information that was on the private side to people who shouldn't be in the know. Not that confidential shit got spread by anyone outside the inner circle, that was where the real nitty gritty nasty stuff got kept.
"Oh? But that's not what I hear." So it was beginning, the whole 'I know things' pouting bullshit, just because she got a little whisper in her ear here or there. As if Dei was stuck in a silent bubble. He might not care for it, but that was because he didn't get a choice what he was told. He sighed and gave Bambi a glance, raising a brow slightly. "If what you heard was true, then you're missing the best part of the gossip." Which also meant she wasn't doing her best job - if she'd missed the fact that Alisha and Tripp had invited Dei into their bed the other week, or was it longer than that now? The only time Dei had been willing to spare the boy a second glance.. and a third and fourth. "If not Alisha, then why are you moody? Just that time of the month?" He took another chunk of sandwich. "Believe it or not Pelner, some people don't need company 24/7." He just didn't always get the choice - clearly.
It had been a late night for Dei, and he really wasn't in the mood for such a rude wake up call. He'd turned off his alarms, he'd silenced his phone - anything to stop Shiloh and company from text bombing him to get the fuck out of bed - and he was ready to sleep away as much of the day as he could until he was hungry enough to roll out of bed. Which, given how his appetite fluctuated between ravenous and barely there, could be any time between midday and midnight. He was pretty sure someone would come looking for him before then, he never had peace for very long and they seemed to like to check he was still breathing and the drugs, cigarettes and alcohol hadn't killed him yet. He had to admit, he missed waking up in another bed, one that wasn't here and also contained a certain someone, but he didn't like crawling into Rhett's bed absolutely trashed.
Last night had been interesting, having gone to their usual spot and found a new bouncer at the door, they'd almost been turned away for being too 'rowdy'. Shiloh had thrown an absolute fit and threatened to have the guy fired until finally, one of their usual's had appeared and managed to get them inside before Shi completely lost her shit. Nobody wanted a full Shiloh meltdown - they were impressive and often resulted in someone getting hurt, or in trouble, or fired: never her either.
The knock on the door was far too loud and he let out a grunt of annoyance, and then when the knock came again, the anger was immediate. "Fuck off." Was his reply - muffled from coming through the pillow his face was buried in. If that was Theia or Alisha coming to irritate him, he was going to chuck them out the window. The opened of the handle forced him to open a dreary eyelid, and he frowned toward the direction of the blurry figure, not 100% certain he wasn't still drunk. "The fuck are you?"
Dei might reap the benefits of being popular, but he also didn't care for it. Whilst he could admit to enjoying a certain many aspects of it, like the prime seating and the resentful respect, he also had no interest in being at the centre of it. If having to deal with all the ass kissing, the window licking from the sad little girls that wished they could be part of this world. He didn't care for the sucking up, the desperation, the backstabbing and scheming. Even when he gave his opinion or ideas of it. His thing was parties, drugs, sex and all that rock and roll bullshit. He liked his peace and his space, which was hard to come by in this world. Most people learned pretty fast to leave him to his moods, unless you were the inner crew who could actually get away with bothering him and not gaining a black eye or sharp word.
He could feel her gaze on him, and it irked him a little. He was used to being watched but that didn't mean he actually liked it. It put his back up, oddly enough. Never having been one to care what others thought or to mind himself around others, it was an odd feeling to always have eyes on you. Whether it was because they wanted to bed you, or because they wanted to be you, or hate you or admire you. He hated it all the same. He almost asked what Bambi was staring at when he noticed the violent way she was now attacking her chicken and he knew he'd gotten to her with his comment. His lips curled up in a smirk a little in one corner.
"Now now, Even you know that I'm not considered a minion and quite frankly, I never was. I'm too good for that shit." He curled a lip at that, shuddering slightly. "You can drop that fake sugar sweet bullshit with me, love. It's childish." and that was putting it lightly. He didn't get why girls did it, trying to be all fake and giggly, it just made them seem like a kid playing dress up. Very unappealing. Dei swigged from his drink, hoping his comment would encourage Bambi to fuck off. "What's with you? Did Alisha tell you she's exclusive with Tripp now or something?" Clearly not then. It seemed nothing could put Bambi off when she had nothing better to do. Wonderful. Dei rolled his eyes in a lazy fashion, and huffed again before responding. A point made that this was effort to him, that she was annoying him. He was pretty sure she already knew that and was either trying to work on his good books or really did have nothing better to be doing. "There's no such thing as exclusive," He couldn't bring himself to say her name. Bambi. Jesus Christ, how Disney did she want to be.
Dei was in one of his moods - he had several of them, with a range that varied from 'going to act like you don't exist you're so pathetic' to 'I'll pull your head off your shoulders and put it somewhere painful', but what they all boiled down to in essence was 'don't fuck with me you sonofabitch'. His close friends, Shi's inner circle of assholes, could just about tell which was which, despite the lack of obvious sign his expression may offer. Many, did not. There were days when you could get away with being a stupid shit, or being annoying, with just the odd glare from Dei, or perhaps even a smirk of potential humour. Other days, those bad days, you were looking at a painful experience for pissing him off. His frown was often perpetual, despite Alisha's constant bitching that it would give his handsome face awful frown lines, and his full lips tended to be pressed into a firm line of disdain for the world. What a wonderfully joyful guy.
He hadn't long been back in classes following Rhett's accident, but he was already regretting his life choice to be here. Though he reluctantly completed his work and handed it in mostly on time, part of him questioned his reasons for bothering to be here. Deep down, he knew it was because he enjoyed the part time life - treating his classes as optional, not being chased by authority for shit (as long as he got the grades they didn't give a damn), sleeping in when he wanted, drinking, drugs, sex... he wasn't into rock n' roll. Despite the worry and concern he'd felt for Rhett, he hated being back to normal. He'd been drowning his sorrows in more classes of Whiskey night cap than usual, noted by his friends but not yet commented on, and his head was somewhat pounding today - punishing him for it in a way that coffee and cigarettes were unable to fix. He was late to lunch, but he still seemed to make it before half the usual crew. His frown deepened, a low grunt of frustration made known as he saw the usual drape of pathetic hang on's, desperately trying to reach out toward those in the centre table.
He hated it. He had no business caring about being popular or not, though it helped, and it tended to come naturally to him, but he hated the fucking preening and the kiss assing, and the heavy scent of desperation that reeked off those trying so bad to get to the middle of it all. Most of them knew not to try it with him - he had influence, for sure, but he didn't care for it, and all it did was encourage him to push them further away from the inner circle as a matter of principle and being a dick. What fucked him off most was that none of his actual favourites were at the table yet - God knew where they were, sometimes they didn't bother to show but they rarely forgot to mention that to him, knowing how much the hangers on pissed him off - and Shi actually liked some of them and would rather Dei didn't scare them off. He took his usual seat and put his new coffee on the table in front of him, then turned to glare at the person on his left until they took the hint and moved over a seat. Not because he wanted to save the seat but because he wanted them to fuck off and give him some space. No words were necessary.
After a few long swigs of coffee, Dei let his eyes drift close, the noises around him fading out a little. He'd brought a sandwich but he wasn't hungry for it yet. What he really wanted was about three more days of sleep. "Glad to see I am not alone today for lunch," Dei sighed, lips turning down at the corners. Momentary peace ruined - naturally. He knew that familiar purr and he tried to ignore it for a moment. "What's shakin'?" Alright, silence wasn't going to work then. He opened one eye and peered at Bambi, and then gave in and opened the other with another frustrated noise. "Shame I can't be glad for the company," He muttered, going to open his sandwich instead and take a bite. "Shouldn't you be busy doing your usual minion shit?"
He caught the smile, it felt like a small victory and he held onto that. It wasn't as big as it usually was, there wasn't an edge of smirk like he often had with Dei, but it was something at least. A hint of good humour. "I appreciate.. the offer." He nodded, "Good, I don't do it for just anyone." He promised, hell, even with Shiloh and the other girls, he'd curl his lip and shake his head at them, then jerk his chin toward one of the others to come hold back their hair instead. They were stupid enough to get into that situation then he wasn't going to save them. Rhett though, it was different. It was all so much different. He pushed down the fear of it, now was not the time to consider that, he needed to be here and be present in this moment for Rhett. It was not about him.
With Rhett's sigh, Dei carefully settled in to hear was he had to say. "I never said about it.. because I've made that mistake before. I've told people before.. and it sent people to the hills. Claimed they were no longer interested. I knew better, people thought it was like catching AIDs, I learnt not to share my condition. No one has really cared. My parents don't even know." Dei frowned and shook his head, "I'm not an imbecile, you know I wouldn't have freaked out for it." Dei might not care much for education all the time, but he wasn't stupid, and had a surprisingly good brain for storing knowledge - there was a reason he wasn't failing classes. Anymore at least. Some effort was still required sadly. "If I was concerned I'd have just looked it up, or asked you." He shrugged, considering him and Rhett had been honest with each other from the start. Ignoring the fact he'd run away because of his feelings...
"Yeah, it's manageable, so long as I take my medication... and maintain a strong.. diet and exercise routine. It might kick me when I'm an old... old man, but for now, it's at bay." Dei nodded, somewhat eased by that. Though at least with Rhett in hospital, he had no choice but to look after himself properly anyway. "I imagine I'll be long gone by the time you're old," He said with a snort and a roll of his eyes - Dei had no doubt he'd end up killing himself off before he even hit middle age, if he was lucky, but that wasn't the point. He leaned forward to kiss Rhett's forehead gently, "But, I'm relieved for you that it's manageable at least." He added.
"I'm good, but no bowl. I just felt like I was going to be sick, I don't know if anything was going to happen." Dei glanced at the nurse as he was ignored once again, irritation rising. The only way he could hold it at bay was by looking at Rhett, and remembering the promise he had made; that he wouldn't start shit with the staff. It was getting really damn difficult though. He curled his hands into fists for a moment and bit his tongue, having to focus on Rhett again to avoid flipping off the nurse. "I'm here, if you need something," He said softly, returning the Nurse's attitude by ignoring her right back.
He mildly hoped Rhett wouldn't take his words the wrong way, but it was true. Even a few month's ago, you wouldn't catch him dead in a hospital for someone else's sake. His friends perhaps but it'd have to be bad, not just a stomach flu. He didn't ever envision falling for someone, he didn't think it was in the cards for him - nor did he even want it. Now here he was. "I'm glad that you aren't... throwing up over the fact that you are doing something... like this," He grimaced at the thought, "so am I, I don't really do vomit." Though if Rhett did right now, he'd do whatever he could to help him.
"Graves Disease is an immune system disorder... My thyroid is fucked up basically. Fucks with my body - my hands tremor, I'm heat sensitive, acute weight loss, fatigue, irregular heart beat, sleeping issues - it's partly the reason why I'm an insomniac. I'm on strong medication to keep it.. all in check. It can't be fixed." He frowned as he took in what he was saying, "why did you never tell me?" Okay so he got that they had meant to be fooling around, and then Dei had made a point of the fact that they were not an item... denial of course but still, there was a huge reason Rhett wouldn't tell him, and yet Dei couldn't help feeling indignant. "But it's manageable? With the medication? You're alright?" He worried about him, hearing about this awful disease, the last thing he needed to hear was that Rhett was going to die on him from this.
"Felt sick.. Had to get to a sink. Too warm." He frowned and shook his head, "You can't get out of bed though, you need to press the button for the nurse." There was no point saying it now, but he couldn't help himself - feeling sick himself with anxiety for Rhett. He wished he hadn't left the room now; this was the reason he hadn't wanted to. Not because he'd thought Rhett would be so stupid but more for the fact that he had thought something would happen.
"Need my tablets, Wasting again." Dei's brow furrowed, confused, but he didn't have time to ask as someone came in and was suddenly on Rhett's other side, helping Dei get him back into the bed and fussy about IV's and everything. Dei was more concerned about the person meant to be attached to them. He looked him over as if expecting to see blood pouring out again - a recurring nightmare he saw whenever he closed his eyes. "Ripped out your IV, you shouldn't even be getting out of bed, your ankle is a wreck....Felt sick. Too hot. I need my tablets....Oh, and what do these tablets do?...For my Graves Disease. Weak, wasting away.." Dei shook his head slightly, watching the back and forth. "Graves Disease? What is that?" He asked, though his irritation was quick to rise as the nurse ignored him. "That's not on our list of medications for you. Let me go get the head nurse and we'll get things sorted."
Dei couldn't help the slight rumble in his chest, his patience was low on a good day, but even less so in this moment. "Oi, nurse Jackie, I said what's Graves Disease?" He bit his tongue to avoid snapping a shitty comment about being ignored. He didn't want to upset Rhett. He hadn't heard of it before, but he wanted to know what was wrong, what it meant, what he could do for Rhett. "Are you comfortable? Do you need a bowl or anything?" He asked as he helped to fluff up Rhett's pillows and pull his blanket back up. He almost laughed as he realised what he was doing; fussing over someone. "You know, my younger self would be throwing up to see me doing this...fluffing pillows and fussing over someone." He admitted quietly.
"and chocolate is just sugar." Dei snorted and rolled his eyes, "who said you had to pick one flavour." Dei had never been good at just sticking with one, he liked to dip back and forth between whatever took his interest. It depended on the individual, on who caught his eye, on what mood he was in as to what happened that night. He wasn't even that bothered on chocolate, he didn't have much of a penchant for sweet stuff and sugar. Dei watched Tripp for a moment, observing the way that he acted. Dei could pick up on the interest, he was too good at reading people to miss it - and whether Tripp realised it or not, he was giving off the exact vibes he got in the club when he eyed up a guy that didn't know yet that they swung both ways.
"well she's never mentioned it." Dei gave a small chuckle at that, and a raise of his brow pointedly. "Right, because the male ego is generally very fragile and can't handle knowing about a woman's past... and how other men can be better." Not that he was over exaggerating on his abilities, he would be the first to admit that on occasion he gave no shits about the other person and their pleasure. Particularly in his younger days - it had all been about him, him and him. He'd changed somewhat over the years to give at least a bit of a shit to the other person if only to stroke his ego, but sometimes he couldn't help sizing people up and giving a valid opinion that they were a piece of shit in the sack.
He tilted his head slightly as he stretched his neck upon standing. "everything?" Dei smirked slightly at the look on Tripp's face - poor kid. "Everything." His voice dropped an octave on purpose, low and smooth - a hum in is chest that people tended to like hearing. "and what about a demonstration, something i can compare notes with." He cocked his head a little and looked at the kid, contemplating his actions, for once, and deciding that it was unlikely Alisha was really going to care. She'd shared before, she'd share again. "As you wish." He muttered, and he raised his right hand to grasp the back of Tripp's neck; not hard but firm, giving him the option to back out but making his intent clear as he directed Tripp's lips to his own. It was not a soft, experimental, careful kind of kiss. It was one of those all consuming, no time for thought, deep kinds of kisses that set your toes curling. Just to make a damn point.
Dei stayed by Rhett's side for hours, but at some point he had to use the bathroom. He was only gone for a couple of minutes, and he'd been tempted to pee with the door wide open so he could still keep an eye on Rhett, but something about that seemed unsanitary, and he didn't want to make any noise that might stir Rhett before he was ready to wake. He was washing his hands when he thought he heard a noise. A slight furrow of his brows as he shut off the tap and dried his hands, tipping an ear to the other room. He was good at picking up the sound of conflict, having spent his childhood years hiding from it.
He hurried for the door, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. The second he opened the door, he understood what it was. Rhett's monitors were going off like a nightclub light show, and he glanced from the empty bed, to Rhett's toppling form, rushing forward in the blink of an eye. "Rhett!" He shouted, not that it could do anything to help him. He couldn't help but feel like this was the same as the car accident all over again; seeing something awful happening to him, being unable to stop it, the only thing he can do it be two steps behind, be too late, calling out his name in fear.
Dei didn't know how he crossed the room so fast, but he did, trying to at least cradle Rhett's head before it could snap against the floor. "What were you trying to do, you stupid idiot." He growled slightly, crouching down next to him and looking him over quickly, wanting to check he was okay. "Come on, back to bed." He tried to stay calm, not wanting to worry him, as he tried to help get him up right again.
"I will need to set an alert for it," Dei gave a small chuckle, "you do that," he agreed, knowing he would be only too happy to let Rhett do whatever he wanted to Dei once he was out of here. He gently took Rhett's hand, linking their fingers together. He vowed to himself he'd never let Rhett slip through his fingers again. "I guess I can... can settle for that. I just- just expect to see you still here.. and not kicked out." Dei nodded as he helped Rhett settle, gently fluffing at his pillows to help get him comfortable. "I promise, I'll still be here when you wake." He meant it to, no matter what.
He didn't doze as Rhett did, he stayed awake and watchful, keeping an eye on Rhett and everything else around them. It was quiet for some time, but a few nurses came and went to check on him. Dei couldn't help but give them an unfriendly glower, observing every touch, every glance they gave Rhett, ready to snap at a moment's notice. He wasn't going to let anything happen to Rhett again, not on his watch.
"vanilla is a classic." Dei raised a brow, "Vanilla is boring." He mused. Sure, there was something to be said for it on the rare occasion; generally when he was feeling lazy or similar, but considering Dei didn't do relationship and getting lax and boring, he was more about excitement. He couldn't stand the idea of being one of those people that just did the same shit every time. "just so long as it's worth her footing the bill." A roll of his eyes, Dei shot the boy a look. "She's well aware of how worth her time it is." Considering they'd been fuck buddies plenty over the years, until Red had come in and stolen her heart. How gross.
He glanced at the ridiculous array of chairs and shook his head again. Juvenile, but he shouldn't have been that surprised. His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it, seeing a text from Shiloh chasing him up. He sighed, but at least she would entertain him for a little while at least. "do you have a scale? like 0 is awful, 10 is mind.. or something blown." Dei tilted his head, "Oh I fully expect to get everything blown. Like I said, I don't do vanilla." He snorted, though he had to admit there was some interest in bringing Tripp into the world of how to please a man, and whether he'd have the bottle to go through with it. "any prereading in case she's all for it?" At that he let out a small chuckle, "I could send you some informational videos."
"I will bite you," Dei raised a questioning eyebrow. "When I am back... home. I will make sure... to leave as many bite marks as you c-could want." He smirked slightly, looking down at Rhett and raising a hand to his cheek again for a moment. "That sounds promising, I look forward to it," He couldn't think about that far just yet, it didn't seem close enough, but he liked the promise of it. He felt the shiver and he frowned, gently going to pull the blankets up a little more, tucking them around Rhett's body without shifting his position.
"It won't be for... for too long Dei," He nodded a little, "I know." He wouldn't let it be too long. Of course, he'd give him as long as he needed to heal properly, but he was already looking forward to the thought of getting him home to look after him. "Just... just don't cause trouble... please? For me?" Dei gave a small snort and was about to crack one of his usual wise-ass jokes, but a look at Rhett's face made him pause and he deflated a little. "I promise, I won't cause any trouble, but I won't lie here and let them off for doing the bare minimum or being vague." He didn't want to upset Rhett, he wouldn't stress him out, but he meant it when he said he would take proper care of him. "Rest now, you don't need to worry."
"I'm not sure... what any of that means... but, questions are for later. Please leave... Deal with this later." At first Dei wasn't sure if he was the one being told to leave, but when the Doc made a motion to go he relaxed. His glower followed the doctor to the door, "Fucking bite me," He muttered at the doc's expression. What were they going to do, remove him? He'd like to see them try - a red hot poker couldn't pry him from the man in his arms. "Of course, we can discuss it more in depth when you're more awake, Nurse will be around soon to check in on you."
Dei tucked Rhett's head back onto his chest, gently running a thumb over his cheek to sooth him - and also himself. "Try... try not to argue... with them, hmm? They're just doing their... job Dei." He couldn't help but frown - it had always been his most natural facial expression and it was even now. "Well, they're doing a shite job." He said honestly, his hand drifting gently to run along rhett's arm, thumb rubbing soothing circles without thinking about it. "I could pick up a medical book for an hour and still do better. It's ridiculous."
He saw Tripp's look. It was subtle, and curious, and some would have missed it. But Dei was used to people eyeing him up, and often frequently sought it out - wanting people to look. He wasn't like Shi, who wanted it for attention, but it was more that he wanted it so he could decide if he was interested in taking them to bed or not. He made a point of looking at Tripp right back, not as subtle as his eyes roved the clear hard planes of his abs and chest, raising a slight brow. He was good looking, but he wasn't surprised - Alisha didn't pick up shit off the street. "well i'm sure she'd love to answer her phone if you really want to know." Dei rolled his own eyes in turn, "Like I give a shit." And he didn't.
"to be fair i've never thought of joining before." Dei gave a slight snort, "I'm not surprised, you do strike me as a little... vanilla." He looked him over again, but as harsh as it sounded he didn't mean it in a nasty way. He saw what he saw. Sure, he might like to be the one in control but given what Dei knew of Lis, he was pretty sure she probably took the reins on most occasions. It was curious though, that Tripp was considering it. He knew Alisha didn't generally like to share but he also knew she generally liked to cross lines and fool around, perhaps she would be interested with a friend - someone she knew was without a doubt not going to take her man away.
He stayed sat despite the ridiculous picture, not bothering to move. "no freebies, got it. so how much do you charge an hour?" A sigh, what a ridiculous statement. "More than you could afford, you better hope Lis can fit the bill." He didn't like to admit that there may have been things he'd dabbled in in the past to pay his way - with his piss poor family but devilish good looks, there was always something he could sell that was worth more than nothing. He smirked as Tripp's eyes following the flash of skin of his toned stomach. Boy really was curious...interesting. "i thought you didn't give freebies?" He shrugged at that. "Might depend on if it's worth my time." His eyes noticed the size of Tripp's arms, but then he already knew the kid was attractive. "until you show me, i'll just have to use the photo." Dei smirked again, "Speak to Lis, and we'll see if you get a lesson in how."
"No. They'll get here eventually." He nodded, relieved that Rhett didn't want him to go anywhere. He tucked himself back in at his side for the moment. "It'll be... fine Dei, It'll... be fine." He nodded, catching the yawn and frowning slightly. "You really should rest, you need it." His body would still be working hard on healing, he needed to sleep. Which was made difficult by the doctor arriving and interrupting. Still, the news was necessary. "He is important to me." Dei gave Rhett's hand a careful squeeze at that - yes, Rhett was important to him too - ridiculously so.
"Well, you are lucky to be awake so soon. You were whisked off into surgery as quickly as we could; a punctured lung, broken ribs serious ankle break and some moderate internal bleeding which has been taken care off by the surgical team. Other scans indicate a hairline fracture in the front of your skull where you hit the windscreen of the car, and your lower spinal cord is pinched. Minor burns and cuts, uncertain if you have a concussion, but with that head wound we believe it's likely you do. We did our best to stitch that forehead wound but only time will tell now it heals up." The list seemed to keep on going, and Dei almost wanted to tell him to stop -it was too much. "So.. what do you mean.. pinched spinal cord?" He glanced to Rhett, also wanting to understand more about what that meant.
"Honestly, we don't know. It could mean not being able to walk unassisted, it could just be a small set back until your body settles back into place. We don't know if it will right itself, or if we need to look at a rehab routine to reteach you how to walk." He glowered slightly, his anger a sudden rush. "How can you not know? What was the point in all those years of medical school just to shrug and go 'anyone's guess'. Even I could suggest the fucking wait and see method." He rolled his eyes, not in the slightest regretting his out burst. What kind of news was that to give someone - it might be shit, it might not be.
