Talk Some Sense To Me *Private*

[Leafwing12]

Keith blinked, opening the door. He glanced around before spotting Lance. His heart broke a bit, seeing him in the wheelchair. He moved into the room, offering a smile. “Hey, Lance. It’s noce to see you again buddy.” He saidn

[dannychan]

he looked down, his hands resting in his lap. "it's hard to move across carpet.."

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, looking him over. He moved over to Lance. “You seem to be doing good though.” He nurmjred.

[dannychan]

he looked down. "i hardly leave my bed.."

[Leafwing12]

Keith blinked, kneeling down so he was at eye level with Lance. He set a hand on Lance’s. “But you’re alive, Lance. That’s kore then what could have been said two months ago when none of us thought you’d make it.” He said

[dannychan]

he looked over him. "but this? it's not living. it's just breathing, and.. and thinking.."

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, looking himnover. “...Not with that kind of thinking. You need to get out and get some fresh air. There’s still a lot you can do in a wheelchair.” He said

[dannychan]

he frowned. "i can't walk. i can't run. i can't dance with my mom or my sisters, i can't swim, i can't play soccer with my dad and my brothers, i can't do all th e things i loved doing.." he said no

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, watching him. “Lance there’s...There is therapy. There’s a chance that you can regain the ability to walk.” He’s aid

[dannychan]

he frowned. "i have six siblings and three cousins who live with me! i don't have the money for that! and i know you don't because you lived in a fucking hug!"