Snippet #1479577

Zion leaned back in the tub, letting the water lick and surround his naked body. His right arm rested against the brim of the tin tub while his left hand felt here his right leg ended jut below the knee joint. No matter how many times he thought about the circumstances, he felt like he were less of a man because of it. Sighing as he let his partial leg sink into the water, he then let his fake extension slip from his hand and clatter to the ground. The depression was coming back, creeping like he were a moth caught in a spiderweb.

He sat up in the tub, and cupped the water between his hands. He pressed his face into hands, allowing his hands to slide back through his hair getting it damp and washing away the sweat and oil. Gripping the sides of the tub firmly, his solid leg leg pushed him into a stand posture. Letting go, he stood letting the water trickle and drip down his lean build; over his undulate abs, coursing their way around the veins in his arms, across the swelling of muscle along his forearms and biceps. Gripping the side of the short wall, he helped himself out of the tub.

The slosh of water would be heard as he carefully stepped out on only one foot. Biting his lip, he reached for the spare wool blanket and tied it only around his waist tightly before he hopped his way slowly to the bed, faux leg. The straps were like a harness or saddle that tightly gripped his thigh. A plate had been grafted, more or less, to the cut-off point then it had what appeared to be a screw-like device where it fitted like a key into the the fake shin, ankle and foot. This is what allowed him to move the entire leg with out hindrance.

Zion fell back on to the bed, the straw mattress was 'cushiony'. He sat up and lifted his badly disfigured leg with the metal extension. He slid the harness over his thigh and buckled it until it almost seemed to cut his circulation off. As odd as it may have sounded, this was comfortable. Too loose and the 'pin' could break, snap in half and he would have to go through excruciating experience all over again.

He slowly lowered the extension of his leg into the fake leg. The first lock in the the ankle sounded as he took the arch of his foot and twisted slight. Now was where it had to be connected at the knee. He stood up slowly, this was going to be very painful as he recalled it usually tugged at the bolts in the bones of his leg. He then shifted all of his weight onto his right leg. The lock sounded, but pain shot through his leg as the bolts grinned against raw nerves. The reaction was immediate, the swelling of his face as it reddened and bolstered itself by straining the muscles of his neck and jaw.

Falling back, he panted heavily as though he hadn't breathed in a while. His hand, both of them, lifted and ran over his face to keep him from swearing to whatever god may have been listening in.