[Sufferer, upon learning Psii was back in Vatheon, disobeyed strict orders from Dualscar and dragged himself out of bed. He's set himself staggering down the hall, leaning heavily on the wall for support, trying to protect the healing stumps where his hands used to be while also pushing himself along. By the time he gets near the front door, the snowy-white bandages are spotted with red again.]
[He jumps when someone bangs on the door, and nearly topples over. He catches himself though (this time), and tries to hurry the last few steps.]
[Once he's at the door, he leans on it, panting, and stares down at the handle. How... how is he supposed to manage that? He finds himself reaching for it, but he has no way to grasp it, no way to turn the knob. He's a prisoner here.]
[Finally, after clearing his throat, he calls through the door.]
no subject
[He jumps when someone bangs on the door, and nearly topples over. He catches himself though (this time), and tries to hurry the last few steps.]
[Once he's at the door, he leans on it, panting, and stares down at the handle. How... how is he supposed to manage that? He finds himself reaching for it, but he has no way to grasp it, no way to turn the knob. He's a prisoner here.]
[Finally, after clearing his throat, he calls through the door.]
Psii? Sollux? Is that you?