[Knives hadn't intended to stay at the clinic for more than a day, and he objected outright to being confined to bed rest, even if that might have helped his wounds heal faster and not reopen. He needs to learn more about his circumstances, and no matter how kindly he's treated, nor how effectively they heal him, this whole place has him on edge.
Still, he's not totally stubborn, and realises he should at least stay until the worst of his wounds have been dealt with. The last thing he expects when he returns to his bed, though, is a gift. He picks up the notecard--
And almost crumples it in his hand. The handwriting is one he hasn't seen in a century and a half.
But he doesn't. He sets the notecard back on the table, and takes an apple. A reminder, then, that it's not just for his own sake he needs to get his strength back.]
plants... I see what you did
Still, he's not totally stubborn, and realises he should at least stay until the worst of his wounds have been dealt with. The last thing he expects when he returns to his bed, though, is a gift. He picks up the notecard--
And almost crumples it in his hand. The handwriting is one he hasn't seen in a century and a half.
But he doesn't. He sets the notecard back on the table, and takes an apple. A reminder, then, that it's not just for his own sake he needs to get his strength back.]