WC: 451 OOC: he's positioned indian style where his casted foot is on top, he has a bandage around a shoulder, i forget which and his face has bandages where he was hurt. He no longer has a mohawk though its making its uneven way to grow again. 
Wearing no clothes, not even his usual belt.
He had been laying in bed for a full week now and to Niro that was far too long. His body still gave him great pain but he knew he would go crazy if he didn’t get out. At least when he was in his lupus form he could limp around. No matter how much of an idiot it would make him look though, he rolled so that his good hand was on the ground holding him up. The bottom half of his body was in bed still and he pulled himself down ever so slightly as he tried making his escape. So far so good he thought and then his bad leg fell from the bed and with the slight touch to the ground he cried out in pain. He tried stifling it though. If anyone saw him and caught him out of bed he wouldn’t be able to get outside at all. He was using his intuition trying to crawl, though that still caused his now aching ankle to hurt worse and he coudlnt’ do much with his one arm in which the muscles had been taken clean off.
He grunted as he sat and put his bad foot on his good one, legs curled in with the bad one feeling the pull and hating it, but he bit his lip, he could be intuitive when he got the need to and this was all he could do, so biting his lip he used his only good arm to push him across his room’s floor. It was working! He scootched himself out his door, feeling blood on his lip now and his arm tired from not being used for a week. It was amazing how quickly one went downhill from there after being bedridden for so long. He made it to the stairs though. But just looking down them he grunted in exaspiration. this would be a big pain in the ass.... literally, he thought as he found the railing. He only made a few steps before nearly falling and he bumped his bad shoulder crying out in pain again. and had to stop just a few steps from where he started on the stairs.
Marahute followed him and perched on the bannister of the stairs looking at him as though he brought this on to himself, Niro gave a glare at his bird as if to dare her to say something to him. He was in no mood for lip and Marahute knew it. So she would be kind. She knew how he felt, being cooped up inside for too long was bad on the health, he needed to be outside once in a while.
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