May 1, 2017
*curled up against Tex’s chest, thumb of one hand in his mouth, other hand pressed mostly-flat against his brother’s collar, purring so softly that it sounds like tiny kitten wheezes* *looks utterly content*
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*curled up against Tex’s chest, thumb of one hand in his mouth, other hand pressed mostly-flat against his brother’s collar, purring so softly that it sounds like tiny kitten wheezes* *looks utterly content*
Update post
...it’s been about 15 hours. Soc just now got outta surgery. Think they’re gonna let Dad go see him.
Didn’t break any vertebrae that’d leave him totally paralyzed, thank GODS. Did break his tailbone and...the...lowest lumbar vertebra he has? I think that’s what the surgeon-guy said...but that’s fixable.
His...pelvis and legs, though... They’re...crushed. The surgeon said they glued all the pieces together with this bio-glue stuff, ‘cause there wasn’t none big enough to put screws through so they could heal. And he...he’s lost his shocks. But the surgeon said he transplanted somma the muscle from the one that was still...on him...into his legs so maybe it’ll reattach and he’ll HAVE muscles there, ‘cause he didn’t have none before? I dunno, I didn’t...understand all of it. I need to ask Lacy to explain for me. But he’s... *...* poor baby. At least he made it and...and they said he’s gonna be okay. They said he’s gonna be okay. Doctor said he’d be wakin’ up soon, if he’s not already by the time Dad gets to go see him.
Soc Monkey, got you somethin’ on the way home from claaaass~ ...*Dad check it*
*quiet* Feeling okay, sweetheart?
*still kinna coughing up a lot of blood when he does cough, which means he’s wiping his mouth before he even looks at Tex, just in case* *smiling, though* Uh-huh. Can breathe ‘gain. *questioning arms up?* You not s’tired no more?
*soft* Feeling any better today, sweetheart?
*looks up blearily* *wheeeeze-breathe* ... *nods after a moment* Uh-h...-huh. Not s’thi...thi...thirs’y all’a t...*gasp* t-time. *tired smile* *that counts as better* *thirsty constantly is worse*
‘Least you’n geddout t’GO. *sliiiiiightly grumpy*
...*ears twitch* *hears a faint, unhappy wail coming from upstairs* ...hey Dad? I think Soc just found out that it’s snowin’....
*tiny laugh*