tobehimself:
The pain came suddenly, as it often did, gripping the corner of a nearby table, Matthew tried to massage away the ache in his legs and winced.
He knew he shouldn’t complain, others had it worse, others were dead. And here he was, safe and sound with a loving wife, and a son, and nothing worse than the occasional sudden pain in his damn legs.
Glancing up, Matthew felt a wave of embarrassment when he realized that he was not alone and that his observer was looking at him concerned.
“It’s just my legs, it’s fine.”
“Your body says otherwise,” Consuelo remarked softly, coming closer just in case he needed help. “Does it hurt often?”
Her own husband had the occasional pain on his shoulder, a consequence of a flight gone wrong during the Great War. No matter how much he tried to hide it from her by smiling and saying it was fine, his body did not hide the truth from her.
“I think it’s best if you sit down, and I can get you something for your leg.”
“Often enough,” Matthew said through gritted teeth as he accepted Consuelo’s help with getting to a seat so that he didn’t have to support himself on the table.
“Thank you,” still rubbing his legs, Matthew tried his best to ease the pain. “It should go away soon, I don’t want to cause a fuss.”
