|| cajuncardthrower ||
It hadn’t taken too terribly long for Billy to adjust to using his crutches---just longer than he would’ve hoped. Even still, he hated using them and hated the fact he had to wear baggy enough shorts to get them on over it. Nevertheless, he was still going to all his classes though everything to do with fitness was put on his upper body now. Hey, there was no such thing as leg day for him now.
The worst part of it all was when his arms were so sore that he couldn’t even hold himself up on his crutches some days. Now, balancing himself on jelly noodles, he could sort of get through the halls and back to his dorm before collapsing on his bed for the day. He only had to survive lunch, then it was back to his comfy pillow and his no bonfire run in Dark Souls. Adjusting his crutches under his arms, he gritted his teeth and moved to try to make it more bearable to no prevail. His backpack wasn’t helping with the additional weight on his shoulder and his sutures weren’t a bonus either. He hobbled his way out of the classroom---long after everyone else left---and tried to make it down to get something to eat.
About ten feet into his journey, he caught sight of someone who looked like they weren’t one of his friends. Perfect. The last thing he wanted was Teddy or America busting out of nowhere to scooping him off his feet. It was nice, yeah, but made him feel entirely too much like a baby. Call it pre-eighteen independence or whatever, but he felt like if he was ever going to be a real superhero like everyone else in his place, he should be able to walk by himself and not be babied. That being said, he knew when he needed help in the end. Someone carrying his backpack was a lot different than getting them to carry him around. He craned his head to see what they were doing, but couldn’t tell from afar. Instead, he took his chance and tried to get their attention.
“Hey! Are you busy? I need some help, if you don’t mind.”