Last Stop
Posted: 09 Nov 2014, 13:49
Erebos settled into the apartment he would be using for the time being. He looked at his class list and headed out, he needed to pick up his books. He just finished some classes from his home land. Sicily, he had to go back of course when he was able to. He still had memories of it, it was great to spend time there, between his homework of course. If it wasn't for the army, he wouldn't be able to do that. The Mental Health Counseling he was working towards was also because of the army.
As he walked to the university, he wondered why he didn't pick a more warmer place to take a couple of semesters. He wanted a small town but this may have been a bad pick for the winter time. He entered the bookstore, flashed a smile to the worker there. "Evening love, could you help me find these books?" he said, handing her the paper. While he did have a nice prosthetic hand, it could grip things and it's a wonderful hand and he was lucky to have it, plus with the life like cover, it seemed like he wasn't missing a hand at all, he would often just use the hook, it was easier to put on so he would just be lazy some days.
"Certainly." the worker said with a smile, and walked off to gather the books. She came back to the check out and put the books down. She put them in a bag, Erebos was glad no matter where he went, he didn't really have to pay for anything. He took the bag handle with his hook which caught the worker by surprise until she spotted the dog tags and the look of understanding took over her face. "Thank you love, have a good night." Erebos said, heading back home, or home for now anyway.
As he headed down the street, a car backed fired. He took cover, the books slipping from his hook as he ducked into an alley. He put his hand to his heart as the car went by, his eyes wide. He sighed deeply, covering his head with his hand/hook. He did suffer from PTSD, he used to have bouts of depression when he had to get used to not having a hand. His mom was so worried about him during that time but things got better, he finished his PT. He wanted to help other Vets who were suffering, he knew what it was like. He was lucky though, he could have lost more than just his hand.
He checked his pockets for his medication but he left it back at the apartment, he couldn't remember if he had taken it today. He may still have freaked out anyway. He heard his phone, he took it out and answered it. "Mom, hey, what's up?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you?" he said, "Of course, I'll come home for the holidays. Uh huh, yeah, just got my books." he said, looking over at the fallen bag of books. "Okay...love you too." he said and hanged up the phone, putting it back into his pocket.
He sighed softly, "Man I need a drink." he muttered.
As he walked to the university, he wondered why he didn't pick a more warmer place to take a couple of semesters. He wanted a small town but this may have been a bad pick for the winter time. He entered the bookstore, flashed a smile to the worker there. "Evening love, could you help me find these books?" he said, handing her the paper. While he did have a nice prosthetic hand, it could grip things and it's a wonderful hand and he was lucky to have it, plus with the life like cover, it seemed like he wasn't missing a hand at all, he would often just use the hook, it was easier to put on so he would just be lazy some days.
"Certainly." the worker said with a smile, and walked off to gather the books. She came back to the check out and put the books down. She put them in a bag, Erebos was glad no matter where he went, he didn't really have to pay for anything. He took the bag handle with his hook which caught the worker by surprise until she spotted the dog tags and the look of understanding took over her face. "Thank you love, have a good night." Erebos said, heading back home, or home for now anyway.
As he headed down the street, a car backed fired. He took cover, the books slipping from his hook as he ducked into an alley. He put his hand to his heart as the car went by, his eyes wide. He sighed deeply, covering his head with his hand/hook. He did suffer from PTSD, he used to have bouts of depression when he had to get used to not having a hand. His mom was so worried about him during that time but things got better, he finished his PT. He wanted to help other Vets who were suffering, he knew what it was like. He was lucky though, he could have lost more than just his hand.
He checked his pockets for his medication but he left it back at the apartment, he couldn't remember if he had taken it today. He may still have freaked out anyway. He heard his phone, he took it out and answered it. "Mom, hey, what's up?" he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you?" he said, "Of course, I'll come home for the holidays. Uh huh, yeah, just got my books." he said, looking over at the fallen bag of books. "Okay...love you too." he said and hanged up the phone, putting it back into his pocket.
He sighed softly, "Man I need a drink." he muttered.