@nxtesinthemargin // 𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐘
“Are you getting tired? Do you need to sit down?”
" No. " Yes. Yes, he does, but it'd be better to get back to the ship before nightfall, and they don't have that far to go, he can push through. He should've known to bring his cane when he woke up with his knee already sending shoots of pain up through his thigh and down to his ankle, but he'd sort of just forgotten, gotten caught up in preparing to dock, and now he's got a noticeable limp as they make their way own the hill - hill, fucking inclined ground, he hates it when the floor doesn't move with the waves, just stays being bloody difficult - and back to the ship.
" Maybe a little bit, " Ed amends, a slight wince to his voice a few moments later when it feel like his leg is just gonna give up and give out on him if he keeps walking. " Shit. "
" Forgot my fucking cane, " Ed complains aloud, a sigh. Rubs the back of his neck with a hand. Fuck, his knee is throbbing. They should just keep moving. His knee screams about it. Ed inhales sharply as the pain rushes all the way up his hip. Jesus shit tits in mother Mary's fucking mouth. God damn it. Fucking hills. Not worse than a stab wound, though, so who gives a shit, they've only got so far to go. He'll just limp for another . . . what, two hundred meters? Three? That's fine. Fuck.













