Cold sweat dribbled down his face and a green and redflecked puddle of vomit slid down the wall. The reptilian alien blinked as white flecks of pain danced across his vision.  IT had started as slight tingle at the nape of his neck. A sensation he knew all too well. Just a hour earlier he had thought he had been saved from taking the trip back to the clinic so early. He should have known better. Even a healthy person would need to look his spine up after being rag dolled by an angry blue sun officer. He was glad it had only started as he did his shopping. He didn’t want the merchant he just strong-armed and kicked around to see him at his weakest. Appearances were everything.

[color=a2d39c]“Shit”[/color] He grumbled as he tried to move his right arm. It felt stiff and unresponsive. He knew what he had to do. He really didn’t want to. It was going to hurt him. 

[color=a2d39c]“Fucking vorcha fucking shit”[/color] He groaned as he slumped against the wall. He tried to support himself but that hurt to. He drew in air in a gulping breath as if he was drowning; closing his eyes he punched the wall with all his might. The pain that shot up his arm was worse then anything he ever felt before.  He dropped to a knee, clutching it by the elbow. 

[color=a2d39c]“AHIIGHHHH FUUUUCK”[/color] But as the pain subsided, he could move his arm properly again. [color=c4df9b]“Good… Good… The nerves are still intact. Shit. That hurt like a motherfucker”[/color] HE mumbled as he collected himself enough to stumble back to his feet. He felt like puking his guts out from the pain but he knew it would pass. IT was better he felt it then nothing at all. I meant he still had time to return to the clinic. He sat in the alley, curled up and disregarding any weird looks thrown his way. “I can’t go on like this.” He buried his face in his hands as he tried to calm himself. The fear of being crippled was almost worse them the pain at the times like this.

It took him well over an hour to be fit for walking back and by the time he returned to the ship, the stuff he had “ordered” had arrived ahead of him. The volus shot him a dirty look as he signe. The drell shoo’d him off as he looked over to the ship and eyed it. 

[color=c4df9b]“Allright rustbucket. Drono gonna make you spit fire and shit jetfuel in no time”[/color] But the usual gusto was nowhere to be found.