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Skeleton Keys

"What.. is he having a mental break down?" Roen asked coming back into the room.


"No... you know he's just out of it right now." Rhea said, if not a bit scolding to her brother. He just laughed a bit.
 
"How soon . . . can I walk?"


Sanz felt the need to be on his feet, even if he couldn't exactly feel his feet right now.
 
"Give it till you feel clear headed enough to make a rational choice." Roen said with a stretch. "Drink your juice."


Rhea scrambled a bit to pick up the juice again, her fingers pinching the straw still and holding up for Sanz to drink.
 
Sanz took another sip before fading into unconsciousness for another twenty minutes. His eyes opened back up to a slightly clearer world. He finally was starting to be able to piece together a few things in his head.


"I . . . just had surgery on my arm."


It was less a question and more a statement to confirm it himself. Merely thinking it would leave it to get lost in the fog
 
"Yes you did... and I think it is time for us to go and you to wake up." Roen said walking over to Sanz and sitting up his bed so he could sit up as well. Rhea wasn't in the room anymore.
 
Sanz let out a groan as Roen helped him sit up. He swung his legs to hang over the side of the table, one at a time.


"Wasn't . . . Rhea here earlier? Or was I too high on meds?"


Sanz felt his stomach lurch when he tried to move his whole body. Yeah, definitely not eating anything for a while.
 
"She was." Roen confirmed. "She went to go prepare my car for you." Roen took a firm graps of his good arm, "Alright lets get off the bed into the wheel chair." Roen said softly.
 
"Wheelchair? I don't need--"


Sanz put his feet on the ground, stood up, and then found himself leaning directly into Roen as the world decided it wanted to spontaneously turn into one of those teacups from an amusement park


"Okay . . . nevermind."
 
"Don't worry you won't be down for long." Roen assured Sanz before helping him sit in the chair. As soon as he was situated, Roen pushed Sanz till they were outside. There a small four door car was waiting. Rhea was clearing it out a bit before standing up. Roen then help Sanz into the front seat. "Be very mindful of your arm." Roen told him.


Rhea very carefully closed the door behind him before climbing into the back seat.
 
Sanz tried to settle into the front seat, not exactly used to doing so. He hadn't been in a car for a good couple of years at this point, much less with a cast on his arm


"How can I be mindful of something I can't feel?"


Sanz could not feel anything all the way down from his left shoulder. As he became more aware, it was becoming rather unnerving.
 
"What... do I have to hold your hand?" Roen asked. "It's called being aware."


"Roen.. give him a break." Rhea said softly from the back, "Don't worry Sanz. If you feel car sick at all, let me know. The drugs can make moving feel really awful. I have a bag here in case you need to.. err.. toss your cookies. Or apple juice in your case."
 
"Ugh . . ."


Sanz put his right hand up against his forehead. This was why he didn't take medicine unless it was absolutely necessary, and instead relied on a healthy diet and strong body. Obviously, this was an extreme case, but drugs did weird things to your body and addled your perceptions. And he hated it.


"How long will the drive be?"
 
"20 minutes maybe." Roen said before storing the car. Some classical music started to play before Roen turned the radio off. He then put the car in drive and they started their way onto the road. Rhea was mostly keeping a close eye on Sanz.
 
Sanz tried to keep his eyes on the road the whole trip. He did at one point have to end up using the bag Rhea had brought, about 14-15 minutes into the ride. Note to self, never let oneself be put on hard drugs again. Ever.
 
When they stopped, they were in a parking lot to a appartment. Rhea got out first before running around to Sanz's door to open it. "Are you ok?"
 
"No, but thanks for asking."


Sanz put his right arm on the door and tried to get himself on his feet. He could start to feel his legs again, though they were sluggish and somewhat unresponsive to his commands.
 
Roen got out and around the car before pulling out a wheel chair from the trunk. He then helped seat Sanz into the chair. "Go call the elevator Rhea." Roen said before getting Sanz's bag and hanging it onto the back of his wheel chair.
 
Sanz felt completely powerless right now. He couldn't even walk without the help of another human and/or a damn wheelchair right now, his head was a fog, he was only just starting to be able to think straight, and he would be spending the night with someone he was already indebted to.


He hated it.


"What . . . time is it?"
 
"Time for dinner. What do you want Rhae?" Roen asked before pushing the sulking boy into the elevator, Rhea standing by the door. When the elevator close, Rhea hummed lightly in thought.


"Pasta? Maybe... Hamburger?" She asked Roen softly. The elevator hummed softly as it went up.
 
(Dat new logo doe)


At the mention of food, Sanz could feel his stomach give something between a gurgle and a lurch, as if it wasn't sure whether he was starving or definitely didn't want to eat yet. Apart from that little incident with sage a couple of nights ago, he hadn't eaten anything made by someone else in a few years. Talking was starting to take too much effort, so he just stayed silent for now.
 
(It's awesome.... except fo Staff-Chan... She scares me.)


Soon he was pushed into a high end apartment. The living room was rather large, Roen turned him to face a TV. Roen turned it on before handing Sanz the controller. "Just watch TV till you start feeling more here." He told him before disappearing.


Rhea sat down behind Sanz on the couch.
 
Sanz blinked a few times at the screen, not really processing what was there before he realized Rhea was behind him.


"Is this . . . normal?"


If it was, Sanz was going to make an extra effort to never break any bones again
 
"Yes, so there is nothing to worry about. Everything will feel normal in a couple more hours. Sleeping. I can take you to go lay down if you would like.... but you should really get some food." Rhea said softly.
 
Sanz's stomach made the same cross between a lurch and growl from before at the mention of food


"I'm . . . not so sure my system agrees with you."
 
"In a couple of hours, I'm sure it will agree. You've not had a bite all day." Rhea told Sanz softly, "Do you want help onto the couch...or rather stay where you are?"
 

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