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Feb. 13th, 2015 04:50 pmThe thing Russell has learned about being shot, besides the fact that it really fucking hurts, is that recovery time is boring. It's been nearly two weeks and he knows he has a pretty long recovery ahead of him. He's off work for six weeks and at the end of those six weeks, he's only allowed back on desk duty for another six before his doctor gets to revisit how he's healing.
If it's not to his liking, it's continued desk duty. Maybe for a really long time. Russell's not sure what to do with that sort of information, so he's mostly just ignoring it for now. The idea of not being able to go back to work for twelve weeks is bad enough, but the possibility that he might never be fit to go back on the street upsets him more than he'd realized it would.
Right now he's at home, though. He's been texting people, begging them to come visit him because he's not supposed to walk further than the length of the apartment and he's incredibly bored. At first he'd been kind of excited by the prospect of getting to stay home and care for Jamie, but the doctor had advised against that, too, telling Russell he needed to really rest, at least for a few weeks.
So he's sprawled on the couch staring at some bad mid-afternoon soap opera and he's wondering how he's supposed to get through a couple weeks of this. And he's waiting. Hoping someone will answer his plea and come visit him before he goes completely batshit from boredom.
If it's not to his liking, it's continued desk duty. Maybe for a really long time. Russell's not sure what to do with that sort of information, so he's mostly just ignoring it for now. The idea of not being able to go back to work for twelve weeks is bad enough, but the possibility that he might never be fit to go back on the street upsets him more than he'd realized it would.
Right now he's at home, though. He's been texting people, begging them to come visit him because he's not supposed to walk further than the length of the apartment and he's incredibly bored. At first he'd been kind of excited by the prospect of getting to stay home and care for Jamie, but the doctor had advised against that, too, telling Russell he needed to really rest, at least for a few weeks.
So he's sprawled on the couch staring at some bad mid-afternoon soap opera and he's wondering how he's supposed to get through a couple weeks of this. And he's waiting. Hoping someone will answer his plea and come visit him before he goes completely batshit from boredom.
