I stepped out of the clinic building with a lot to think about, and seemingly a lot more on my plate. A crutch aided my balance and movement on one side held in my right hand, while my bandaged left arm Hung from my neck, covered in a cast.
Finally after what seemed like so long, i once again stood under the clouds, the cleat blue sky seemed to spread to embrace me in a welcome. But for a moment, the warmth of it all was lost on me. I was currently occupied with lots of different thoughts concerning what the doctor said before leaving.
The Dungeon Incident was a couple of weeks behind everything now, but the ripples all seemed to spread and reach as far as possible, even this far ahead as now, and perhaps even more so later in the future.
In the end, it seems the cost i had to seemingly pay for my actions, almost as if judged by above for taking Nicodemus's life at that time were finally really begining to bloom.
