*Peter struggles to sit upright: sores protesting as he moves. His arms are weak and his head spins. The cotton shirt is clammy with sweat and pus. It sticks to his skin.
His hand shakes, but he manages to get the pill under his tongue without dropping it. A feat of which he finds himself to be inordinately proud.
Half out of curiosity, and half to distract himself whilst John changes the catheter bag and the IV, he draws himself into a cross-legged position and examines his heels. The skin is broken- the edges enflamed and crusted with dried fluid. A thick red line trails from one sore up his calf.*
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Date: 2012-10-25 12:04 pm (UTC)His hand shakes, but he manages to get the pill under his tongue without dropping it. A feat of which he finds himself to be inordinately proud.
Half out of curiosity, and half to distract himself whilst John changes the catheter bag and the IV, he draws himself into a cross-legged position and examines his heels. The skin is broken- the edges enflamed and crusted with dried fluid. A thick red line trails from one sore up his calf.*