"Wheelchair, right, got ya." Bolin didn't really know where to get one, but he'd sure as Hell get what the captain needed. He collected Saikhan in his arms, holding him in a classic princess grip, before walking off in search of the required object. "Um, they should have one in the infirmary, right?" He headed there, and spotted a lonely wheelchair in a dark corner, He moved his feet, bending the wheeled chair to him, and setting Saikhan in it. "There, you alright? Need anything else?"
It was embarrassing, it really was, but as he didn't have much of a choice, he kept his grumbling to a minimum as he twined his arms automatically around Bo's shoulder to help him balance. Once he was settled in the chair, he leaned down to adjust the footrests and settle his feet against them. he hated how much of a dead weight his legs seemed, and as much as he tried to put it out of his mind, he couldn't.After a moment, he leaned back, resting his hands on the wheels of the chair. They were a rubber lining, but with metal spokes and the wheel itself, so bending them to move wouldn't be so difficult. At least he had that as consolation. " I... Thank you, Bolin. I think-"He let out an aggravated sigh as he remembered something he should have remembered prior. " I live on a third floor apartment. The building doesn't have a lift."
He paused, his cheeks flushing slightly." Cadet, could you, possibly..."
