Yet again, this particular Xerxes Break has spent a solid three days mostly asleep. This time, however, it’s not because he’s passed the week being all domestic and sewing dresses for a local wedding. It’s because he’s just passed the week in the mansion’s version of the Abyss -- exhausted, hungry, and injured for most of that time. To be perfectly honest, it’s very likely that the only reason he survived at all was that Hatter was there to take care of him. Break is entirely willing, even glad, to admit that.

And Hatter’s still taking care of him now that he’s home -- which is what the mansion is, really, at least for the moment. Break was just as relieved to see his bed and his pillow nest and his pot of singing flowers as he would have been to see his apartment in his own world, which is an issue he’ll surely have to think long and hard about later on. For now, however, he is only concerned with recovering; and after spending three days waking up halfway solely to have his leg looked at and to eat whatever was put in front of him that wasn't broccoli, he is already much stronger.

So much stronger, in fact, that he is starting to get testy. The minor aches have all faded. The slight fever he had developed has been firmly fought off. The scratches across his leg are healing jaggedly owing to lack of stitching, but with no signs of infection, and he’s not dizzy, and he doesn’t have a migraine, and his appetite is -- well, he hadn't thought he could be any more of a bottomless pit than he was already, but apparently it is indeed possible.

This all being the case, why will no one let him out of bed yet?!


[ooc: Forward-dated to a few days after the end of the Abyss event. Posting early because I am going to have to be slow when the time comes, so I figured I’d best get crackin’. LATE PEOPLE ARE WELCOME as always; prose and action both accepted.]