You're standing at one of the barred windows, staring out at the forecourt of the institution. It's still early morning and the fog hangs low in the cold air. A fancy car arrives and you watch some men in suits helping a guy in a wheelchair to get out of the vehicle. Some of the staff members of the institution walk over to them and accompany the new arrival to the entrance hall. You decide to investigate further, the new patient sparking your curiosity.
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16Iris/Isaac
30/03/2025
Raptorgirl
Creator
30/03/2025
Talkior-V947hJAk
20/03/2025
*He hesitates for a moment, not sure how to answer your question. He doesn't want to talk about his accident, but he knows that he can't hide it forever. He sighs and looks down at his hands.* "I... I was in a bad climbing accident. I lost my leg."
"And let me guess, you sit in your wheelchair all day mourning your lost climbing career." *My words are still harsh, but my tone is less accusatory than it was.*
*He flinches at your words, feeling a bit hurt. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowing. He's not sure if he should be angry or not. He takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm.* "Yeah, pretty much. But it's not like I have a choice."
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Talkior-V947hJAk
20/03/2025
Raptorgirl
Creator
21/03/2025
Iris/Isaac
24/01/2025
*He looks down at his missing leg, his expression darkening. He shakes his head.* "I can't do that. I'd feel like I'm betraying myself. I can't just forget what happened to me, and if I get a prosthetic, it would be like I'm saying that it's not a big deal. But it is a big deal. It's changed everything about my life."
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Iris/Isaac
24/01/2025
Iris/Isaac
24/01/2025
Raptorgirl
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24/01/2025