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londoncallingrpgHe'd come into the new year clean, and intended to do his best to stay that way. More importantly, he was back on his medication and back to eating regular meals- Not that it seemed to be helping much. Some damage couldn't be undone easily though, and Danny was still painfully underweight. Worse still, he was a bit under the weather, and couldn't get in to see his doctor until the end of the month.
It was just a bug, that's what he kept telling himself- And only himself. He didn't want to worry Hex with this, the other man had already gone through so much because of him. Had put up with so much...
He'd pushed himself through a job interview that morning, and was supposed to stop off for groceries next, but a dizzy spell had nearly left him flat on the pavement. So instead he'd wandered into a small cafe, ordering a cup of tea and a sandwich before settling into the last booth in the corner. His hand trembled every time he lifted his mug, and he knew he looked a little pale.
"It's fine," he whispered to himself. "You're fine. It's fine..."
Taking a calming breath, he lifted his cup again, his hand shaking so hard this time that it fell from his fingers. It bounced off the table, rolling a little before smashing on the floor, coating the shoes of a person walking past.
"Sorry- Shit, I'm so sorry," he said, reaching for some napkins as he spoke.
It was just a bug, that's what he kept telling himself- And only himself. He didn't want to worry Hex with this, the other man had already gone through so much because of him. Had put up with so much...
He'd pushed himself through a job interview that morning, and was supposed to stop off for groceries next, but a dizzy spell had nearly left him flat on the pavement. So instead he'd wandered into a small cafe, ordering a cup of tea and a sandwich before settling into the last booth in the corner. His hand trembled every time he lifted his mug, and he knew he looked a little pale.
"It's fine," he whispered to himself. "You're fine. It's fine..."
Taking a calming breath, he lifted his cup again, his hand shaking so hard this time that it fell from his fingers. It bounced off the table, rolling a little before smashing on the floor, coating the shoes of a person walking past.
"Sorry- Shit, I'm so sorry," he said, reaching for some napkins as he spoke.
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Date: 2017-01-15 04:16 am (UTC)"I don't do anything, currently. I inherited some money though, so- Well, for the first time ever, I sort of have the luxury of looking for a job I want, rather than one I need," Danny admitted.
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Date: 2017-01-17 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-18 12:06 am (UTC)"Sounds brilliant," Danny nodded. "What is it you do then?"