Foxes Den

Foxes Insight

"You're not thinking clearly." Elton snapped as Colby rolled his eyes sitting up from where he was lounging on the couch, ignoring the pain from his chest and side.

    "I thought that was the point of a concussion." Colby responded as he looked up at his oldest roommate. Elton rubbed at the bridge of his nose, before releasing his held breath. They were alone in the house, the others had gone to record a new video leaving the two of them behind. Colby wanted to go, but he was almost two weeks since the incident and the others wanted him to stay at the house to be safe. Colby hated it, he was stronger than they gave him credit for. He could get up and down the stairs now with only minor pain from his side. The low dosage of pain meds weren't stopping all the pain anymore, which sucked but he was learning to deal with it.

    "Colby." Elton groaned. "You know why you couldn't go." Elton stated as he crossed his arms looking at the younger.

    "It's an abandoned hospital, what's the issue there. Sam had even scouted it out a few times, making sure there was going to be no issue, if I wanted to tag along." Colby responded as he lowered himself back down on the couch, his head resting on Circa's stomach as the husky yawned. His head rolled with the movement, making him nauseous, but he wasn't about to tell Elton that.

    "You're still recovering, so it's no. Your parents would kill us." Elton said as Colby groaned digging his head into the husky's side. "I'm going to order pizza, alright... Do you want anything?"

    "No..." Colby admitted as he pushed himself off the dog and off the couch with his good arm. His side burned with the movement, but he chose to ignore it, opting to be silent. "I'm going to go watch a show on my computer." Colby muttered.

    "You don't have to leave." Elton started, but Colby just headed towards the stairs. "I know it pisses you off, but you get why I'm saying no, right?"

    "Yeah..." Colby responded as he ascended the stairs. His side roared at him as he got to the top of the stairs, forcing Colby to stop to catch his breath. He hated this so much, he just wanted to go back out there with Sam. He wants to go explore new places, and see the world from a different view like he loves to do. This... this sucks. He can't do anything without the eyes of his friends on him. He gets it, he really does he's still recovering and will be for a while, but he just wants to be himself again. His head reeled as he stood up straight, causing him to grab the railing and take a few deep breaths.

Concussion, yep he definitely has that. His arm in a sling and burning every time he tries to remotely move it, check. His screaming side that seems to like the idea of being on fire, how could he forget. His cracked ribs liked to remind him how bad off he was whenever he breathed, got them. Then finally, his favorite part of the whole process was the constant rolling of his stomach, due to the concussion, that only allowed him to keep certain foods down. Check! He had the whole horrible package as he got his body under some semblance of control before he made the short walk to his bedroom.

    He was panting by the time he got there, shutting the door behind himself as he huffed from the pain.

    "Fuck..." Colby whispered as he sat down as carefully as possible on his couch. His head screamed as he pressed his palms into his eyes, taking slow controlled breaths. He doesn't know how long he stayed like that before his stomach decides to join in, making him gag on nothing. Jumping to his feet, he rushes to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and throwing the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

    "Fuck..." He really thought he was doing better. Okay, concussions take longer to recover from, noted. A soft knock comes from the door and Colby flinches away from the noise, opting to sit in the dark bathroom. He listens for a few moments almost expecting whoever it was to open the door, but then he hears soft steps as they leave the door.