10/29: Healing

″Urgh...” I groan, not approving of being trapped in the bed and hurting everywhere. “Noddy, c’mon, don’t keep looking at me like that...”

She sighs, rubbing the top of her forehead, before re-composing herself, “My beloved ex-husband, do you really lack a sense of self-awareness and inhibition? This is precisely the kind of horseplay I’d expect of you during the Plague era. How do you think Eridæus is going to feel; didn’t he entrust you would not hurt yourself?”

Noddy turns her focus onto the poochies, who were unharmed thank god, “Even Mercedes and Melchior were put in danger--haven’t you learned to listen enough from Eridæus?”

I fall silent, already wincing at Ery’s reaction towards all of this; I got hurt bad, one of my arm’s all busted up and bruised and I think I got some kinda break on one of my legs. Jules at least said so long as I rest up and don’t do anything, I’ll be fine in about two months but I’m gonna have to walk around with those crutches or something.

It was my bad though, I was just going fast and didn’t pay attention that I’d turned too sharp, and one of the wheels I didn’t put on tight enough, and then ... yeah.

Noddy takes a seat next to my bed, “I will certainly leave Eridæus with you for whatever thoughts he may have towards you regarding this incident, but do remember, Lucio...”

Those scarlet orbs of here narrow sharply, “You’re not a young, brash, reckless person anymore. Don’t act like this is your first time learning lessons when you’ve already been taught.”

I hear the door click open and, turning my head to the source of the sound, I see Jules step in with an Ery that looks like he’s about to break. Noddy and Jules only nod at each other, flashing me a certain look before they leave the room, leaving Ery and I to ourselves.

“Uh, hey, Ery,” I shakily start, “Funny to see you--”

″...For what reason did you have to not take my advice or listen to me?”

Ery, no...

“Hey, Ery, listen, it’s just ... I just made a bad oopsie--that’s all. It’s just a bad oopsie,” I try to plea with him, “C’mon, Ery, you know, I--”

″...I feel maybe,” his voice is trembling, “It’s my fault. I don’t speak up enough for you when I should. I could have prevented this if I said more and tried to stop you...”

“Wha’? No!” I insist, “No, Ery, no, this all on me, okay? All on me, and I’m ... I really am sorry, it was just a bad oopsie I shouldn’t have done. I should have listened, I should have had someone help me instead of...”

My voice gets all soft, “Instead of trying to be proud.”

He slowly sits down onto my bed, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, Jules said two months...”

Ery finally looks up at me in tears, “Okay.”