Sejah Haversh
Sep 17th, 2003, 03:25:38 AM
Two weeks. For two weeks Sejah had been laid up in bed, unable to move his legs under his own power. Sure, he had been given the use of a walking frame, but it was so uncraceful in its motion that he hated it with a passion. He hated its design, he hated its lumbering step, its bulkiness, its inability to turn in small incriments, and the bruises he developed on himself after having to wear it for a long period of time.
But what he hated most was his dependance on it. Without it, he couldn't move about by himself, or make his way to the bathroom alone, or even get to the bath without help. Never in his life had he so absolutely needed something, and it was slowly driving him insane.
In the last week, he felt some strength returning to his upper body, and he found himself ready to begin physical rehabilitation. He never imagined the things he normally used to find mundane could be so taxing, or so painful.
The medical ward was only a small portion of a larger complex, some of it a general hospital and health center. When the Jedi Order had been rebuilt, it was somewhat attached, and the medical center occasionally asked for the Jedis help in severe cases. This time, it was a Jedi asking for help from the regular doctors.
On his frame, Sejah lumbered into the muscular rehabilitation ward, and was greeted by a a man so fitting to the place his name could have been Lars and he could have been posing for a muscle magazine. Didn't these hospitals have any shame? To have such peaks of physical fitness around whren you yourself couldn't walk seemed more insult than help. But still, he was there to help, and his name actually was Lars.
--More will come later, this is to be a progressive threat while Sejah recovers.--
But what he hated most was his dependance on it. Without it, he couldn't move about by himself, or make his way to the bathroom alone, or even get to the bath without help. Never in his life had he so absolutely needed something, and it was slowly driving him insane.
In the last week, he felt some strength returning to his upper body, and he found himself ready to begin physical rehabilitation. He never imagined the things he normally used to find mundane could be so taxing, or so painful.
The medical ward was only a small portion of a larger complex, some of it a general hospital and health center. When the Jedi Order had been rebuilt, it was somewhat attached, and the medical center occasionally asked for the Jedis help in severe cases. This time, it was a Jedi asking for help from the regular doctors.
On his frame, Sejah lumbered into the muscular rehabilitation ward, and was greeted by a a man so fitting to the place his name could have been Lars and he could have been posing for a muscle magazine. Didn't these hospitals have any shame? To have such peaks of physical fitness around whren you yourself couldn't walk seemed more insult than help. But still, he was there to help, and his name actually was Lars.
--More will come later, this is to be a progressive threat while Sejah recovers.--