[ she moves the topic so he moves on too, trying to quash the lingering guilt so he doesn't make her feel worse about her untimely death in his shitty little trailer. ]
Three... four months? I wasn't really conscious for the first bit.
[ It had been touch and go for a little bit there. He doesn't remember much other than asking to keep his leg bones if they couldn't save the leg, then... recovery. physiotherapy. relearning how to walk and trying to adjust to being thrust forty years into the future. eventually being well enough to be discharged and then being left directionless. ]
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Three... four months? I wasn't really conscious for the first bit.
[ It had been touch and go for a little bit there. He doesn't remember much other than asking to keep his leg bones if they couldn't save the leg, then... recovery. physiotherapy. relearning how to walk and trying to adjust to being thrust forty years into the future. eventually being well enough to be discharged and then being left directionless. ]
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