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Post by Prince Charming /David Nolan on Jan 2, 2015 15:00:30 GMT -5
David gave her a thankful nod as he felt relieved to be able to still visit his parents, although they had passed away. It gave him some inner rest. “Kathryn, I think I want to go back to my room. I’m not really hungry and I can’t help but feel that a lot of people in this cafeteria seem to be staring at us.” Since the subject of his parent’s passing had taken over, David felt that he needed some time alone. He appreciated it that Kathryn wanted to do so much effort to make him remember, but the painful truth of happenings in his past made it impossible to be able to hear more on the same day. “I’m sorry Kathryn, I just think it would be better if I sleep a bit more. Maybe that will help to get earlier out of this hospital.” David could tell that Kathryn wanted to do a lot of effort for the both of them, but there was still a part of him that was struggling with the reality. It seemed so strange to be married with her. The feeling of recognition he had when he saw Mary Margaret wasn’t there with Kathryn.
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Post by Prince Charming /David Nolan on Jan 6, 2015 17:10:12 GMT -5
David gave her that same small smile like he did before the subject changed when she asked him if he was ready to go. “I’m ready.” Immediately he could feel how his muscles were still getting used on moving that much around again. Every time he sat down for a while after walking, it felt as if he was eighty years old. At least the muscles in his legs felt like that. One hand he placed down on the top of the table while he reached out the other one to Kathryn in order for her to help on getting up from the cheap looking plastic chair.
“I hope that this is going much quicker soon cause I think that people who are eighty might be faster in getting back on their feet like I am at the moment.” He could completely imagine on how he must look like right now. Wearing a bathrobe with lovely colored socks showing beneath it and warmly sitting slippers. Even old people were dressed less old looking than he was at this moment of time. “How bad is it getting with me if I already need someone to get back on my feet, let alone needing someone to be my escort to leave the hospital room.”
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