#colddeviices

[twatismshasmoved]

     Pressing the doorbell beside the front door of Tosh's flat, Owen took a small step back as he waited for her. Hands clasped together at his front, twisting themselves together in a state of nervousness. Forcing them apart, the door opened before him and he forced himself to push the daunting thoughts to the back of his mind. For now at least. The worst would come later when Tosh would inevitably realise where they were going.

         "Morning Tosh. Ready to go yet?" @colddeviices

[twatismshasmoved]

     Owen hadn't realised how good doing something as simple as sitting up could feel. However, after the last few weeks, it is one of the best things he has felt in a long time. Doing other simple tasks is still a struggle, but no longer having to stare up at the same few ceiling tiles was amazing.

     He didn't even need to be sitting up to look to his side to know Tosh was there. She was always there.

        "You know, it's getting late, Tosh. You can go home. Get some rest. Don't have to sit up here watching me all night. I'm not going anywhere. Think those nurses would tackle me back into bed if I tried to escape." @colddeviices