Breaking Routine || Jonathan and Nathan || 07/23/2014
Finally he had gotten a well deserve rest from Division. Granted that his wound was still bad, sometimes he had to head over to his handler-neighbor the one who helped patch Emma up just to redo the bandages and stitches on his wound without having Division to check up on him or him having to fly back to Division. It's not like he could help it - that he was shot and that it would reopen anyway. Jonathan might be able to just stay at home and rest, but that doesn't mean he had to let himself stay still - after all, fresh air was back - or as fresh as it could be in Washington. As well as get the grocery, walk along the usual path, take the car etc.
It was getting to be a routine, especially after his moments in Division. Back then he had a job yes, and that at least took his mind off of the nightmare he was in. But now, it was just him and even as he tried to forget the wincing pain that shot up his leg, his arm as well as the look of the healing scars and pain on his whole body it wasn't as easy to forget. He could wish and hope that things would end, but it wouldn't at least not now - and if lucky, maybe Wesley would help him out find a schooling or anything that he could do to pass the time.
Right now, Jonathan was back from walking from the grocery, he was actually planning to ride his car- after all, it would have helped in emergencies if ever his body pained again, but he decided to just walk it out- it wasn't as far and if he was going to make his body strengthen and tolerate the pain this was it. What he wasn't expecting was on his way home a soccer ball got kicked and decidedly blast it's strength on thigh, normally it would have just hurt, but the force of it - something he just laughed off when the players looked at him - left him feeling a bit weak, he could feel blood coating the front of his jeans. "Fuck..." he breathed as he continued to - almost limply - walk back to his apartment. It was too far to visit Emma's handler, he could at least maybe see first if he himself could heal it.
Half limping back to his apartment, he hoped no one would stare at how awkwardly he moved with grocery bags in the front of his body rather than on the sides. After all, he had to hide the growing blood stain.
