Post by DORIAN HOWARD on Feb 19, 2022 11:11:48 GMT -5
Dorian had felt pain in his arm most of the day. He tried to endure it, getting more and more frustrated as it came back instead of dying away. He looked at the prosthetic arm with resentment. What good was it, if it could not trick his brain into thinking the arm was still there? Normally, he wouldn't have any problem complaining about it, but he noticed that the court of people willing to hear him and take his side was thinning out. Even those who supported him wouldn't take it for as long as they used to. He needed to accept his situation. It had been his for over a year now.
His first instinct once back home was to call out Adele and ask her for the lotion he put on his elbow to soothe the pain a bit. But he held back. That was something else he would have to accept, that he couldn't count on her all the time. At first, they had so much to learn. They had to learn to trust each other again, to see if the two of them was still possible. He had to learn how to live with one arm. Losing his right arm when he was right-handed, that was the worst! It was a long process, one they were not done going through, but she apparently thought he didn't need her by his side all the time. She decided she wanted to be a nurse, at Hogwarts of all places. If it were him, he wouldn't have let her go. It was purely selfish on his part, he wanted to keep her close. If she truly wanted to work, she could have one so at the hospital, which was so much closer and easier to travel to. Instead, she chose some place far away, not as easily accessible.
Now that he was sitting at the kitchen table though, he didn't want to get up and fetch the cream. With a sigh of frustration, he lifted his shirt's sleeve and removed the prosthetic arm. How did it work exactly? He never truly know. He assumed a mix of craftsmanship and magic. He rubbed his skin, glaring at the arm on the table while doing so. In those moments, he felt powerless and that was what he hated the most out of the situation. He refused to be this vulnerable, he didn't even want to feel it in private. He wondered where Adele was for a moment, looking around in case just thinking of her would somehow make her appear. At least she would know better than to laugh or pity him.