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COLT MADISON. · 01-29-2021, 06:00 AM

[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— it had been exactly a week since colt had passed out at flintlock's door. his hypothermia was still a major pain in the ass, but it had improved drastically; at the very least, he could walk around and do basic physical tasks without falling over now. although he'd finally officially joined the lodge just a day earlier, he was still staying in the hospital ward. he was improving, sure, but there was always the chance that something went wrong. besides, he had no damn clue how to portion out his medicine.

it was early morning. colt yawned as he slid out of his cot, changing out of his pajamas. he meandered over to the window; the sky was still tinted pink by the tail-end of the sunrise. a light snowfall floated down lazily, adding onto the inches of white powder that had already collected on the ground. the young man yawned, stretching his arms over his head. he frowned; he wanted to go grab some grub, but he had to take his meds first.

MAISE. · 02-09-2021, 06:29 PM

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COLT MADISON. · 02-16-2021, 06:42 AM

[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— during colt's time in the hospital wing, maisie had really been a big help to him. she'd stuck around quite a bit for the first few days when he'd been entirely bed-ridden - and even now, though he could mostly take care of himself, she was here to offer a helping hand. at the sound of a gentle knock, the mercenary just about already knew who it was. "c'mon in," he would call out, plopping back down on his bed as maisie walked in. he offered her a quick half-smile, his eyes widening at the sight of the food platter. his stomach rumbled, and it took genuine effort to keep himself from drooling. "wow, that looks great!" he exclaimed, scooting closer and taking the food.

colt grabbed his spoon and took a bite of the porridge, savoring the warmth and the salty flavor. after gulping it down, he turned back to maisie to answer her question. "mm- i'm feeling great, actually. much better than when i got here, that's for sure." he tipped his head to the side, his eyes widening. "you really think i'll be good to go on my own after today?"

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COLT MADISON. Posts:62 #1 01-29-2021, 06:00 AM [align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— it had been exactly a week since colt had passed out at flintlock's door. his hypothermia was still a major pain in the ass, but it had improved drastically; at the very least, he could walk around and do basic physical tasks without falling over now. although he'd finally officially joined the lodge just a day earlier, he was still staying in the hospital ward. he was improving, sure, but there was always the chance that something went wrong. besides, he had no damn clue how to portion out his medicine. it was early morning. colt yawned as he slid out of his cot, changing out of his pajamas. he meandered over to the window; the sky was still tinted pink by the tail-end of the sunrise. a light snowfall floated down lazily, adding onto the inches of white powder that had already collected on the ground. the young man yawned, stretching his arms over his head. he frowned; he wanted to go grab some grub, but he had to take his meds first. ━━━━━━━ THE BOY WHO FELL INTO THE SKY HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY :・ﾟ✧:・ﾟ✧ Reply MAISE. Posts:38 #2 02-09-2021, 06:29 PM [align=center] [table]
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