#silver lining

Prompt 25: Silver Lining

Hilaremont sat up in the bed he was recovering in. Sore, bandaged and unable to walk as his leg was broken, at least he was in the relative comfort of a house he was proprietor of. Plus hospitals and chirurgeons may ask questions he would not answer and that’s no way to spend a recovery.

Elphanse had yet to awaken, her injuries less severe but her massive expenditure with the portals and barrier left her in a more precarious position in her recovery. Despite this, the care they received was top notch and while there was some worry, he was confident all would be well in the end.

One thing which was not well was Hilaremont’s need to be up and moving. Staring at his broken leg he called to a nurse to see if there is anything that could be done about getting him mobile. At least around the house. While instructed bedrest was his best option, he retorted with a ludicrous amount of money and promise of a vacation to where ever she wanted, as long as she could get him out of this bed.

A wheelchair was out of the question as the halls weren’t friendly to such a device and he assured her a cane would suffice. Finding a suitable one for him was simple and while at first he was reluctant to accept help in getting up, he realized he needed it. He didn’t feel like a man in his 60’s until a house comes crashing down over him. Getting used to shifting his weight properly was a bit more frustrating than it perhaps should have been, but Hilaremont has endured worse than learning to walk with a cane. Finally mobile on his own he huffed a sigh of relief when he was able to leave the room. Part of recovery is mental well being as well. Passing by a room, he caught his reflection in a mirror and stopped. Still bandaged, and in nothing fashionable, he found himself staring at his reflection and how he stood.

“Son of a bitch, why do I like how this looks?” He always seemed to fit in with a younger crowd, his peers of similar age looking down on him for his actions, the company he kept, etc. He was not young anymore and knew this. And looking at himself with a cane, he found the look something he could appreciate. “I will have to find one which is more suited to me though.” He smirks and continues to hobble down the hallway.

Man… I have a male best friend that REALLY always pulls through, even when he’s not around.

I had a horrible dinner with my family, they all were ganging up on me, and then I get a gift from him in the mail? Always perfect timing. I truly am greatful for him

I’m blessed with good friends.

some raven practice <3

*except Florida and Sweden