If there was good news to be had, Algernon thought, it was that his health didn't seem to be getting worse. He was still confined to his bed, which was frustrating in the extreme. He was so used to being in control of his life, and now he could not even control his own body. If this went on for much longer--and Algernon had no reason to think it wouldn't continue for some time--he was likely to completely lose his mind.
He'd regained enough movement to sit up--assisted, of course--and to turn the pages of a book in his lap, neither of which was ideal. Never in his life had he ever been so sedentary--or so given to complaining. The sooner he could rise from this bed, the sooner his life could get back to some semblance of normal. He was unwilling to entertain any other possibilities.
The door opened, and one of his children entered--Seraphina. If Algernon thought he would have more visits from all of his children, it was just one frustration of many at the moment. "Daughter," he said, because Seraphina was too long for him to manage at the moment--and nicknames were for children and imbeciles. "Come."
He'd regained enough movement to sit up--assisted, of course--and to turn the pages of a book in his lap, neither of which was ideal. Never in his life had he ever been so sedentary--or so given to complaining. The sooner he could rise from this bed, the sooner his life could get back to some semblance of normal. He was unwilling to entertain any other possibilities.
The door opened, and one of his children entered--Seraphina. If Algernon thought he would have more visits from all of his children, it was just one frustration of many at the moment. "Daughter," he said, because Seraphina was too long for him to manage at the moment--and nicknames were for children and imbeciles. "Come."