[TW&CW⚠️: pain mention, chronic pain implication, PTSD, disassociation, depression, mental health issues, physical pain and discomfort, an inability to move, wounds mention, hospital mention, hospital stays mentioned.]
Home again:
(This is an open roleplay)
Edward had finally made it back to his apartment after a long few nights in the hospital, having been discharged just that morning.
His physicality was decreased after having been suck in a bed for 3 days, his joints ached, his wounds stung, and knew knew that if he took another step his legs would give out. He ploped himself down on his couch, not wanting to lay in bed until after he'd had a shower (however he'd be willing to manage that—), his cats immediately swarmed him, unleashing a cascade of small paws and mews to their overwhelmed owner.
Edward could barely lift his arm to pet the affectionate critters, though that didn't stop them from purring and nuzzling agenist him.
"Im sorry... should've... been here"
He admitted through winded breaths, closing his eyes, he almost felt himself dirft off into a sleep, but he knew he'd have to haul himself off the couch... somehow.
He was used to this, his body, his mind, beacuse of that familiarity he knew there was truely no way out, not for long anyway, not for along enough. There will never be true respect for him, only mere moments of peace to break uo the chaos, however dwindling they'd become.
For now all he could do is breath, gain enough strength in his body to will himself into a more comfortable position.
But for now... this was all there is.
There was nothing but knowing he needed help.
