Hamilton has absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. If he ever thought of it, he thought to take for granted that he would be removed from the room at a time like this. But they keep not removing him, and he keeps not removing himself, and it seems to work for everyone.
But once the demands start coming, he falls into the habit of looking at that omega, the one who spoke about birdcages, and she gives him little signals: nods, shakes of her head. Back rub: yes. Water: yes. Bath: no. Strawberries: no.
"You men get so practiced ignoring your pain," Mrs. Smith sniffs. "Shouldn't be finding out how to listen to your own body at a time like this. Now, stand up, sit down, lie down, as you need. Any bit that hurts less." She ruffles Burr's hair and gives him a bit of Hamilton's maple candy.
A walk outside: no, according to Mrs. Linden.
"I'll help you walk in here," Hamilton suggests, desperately. "You'll see them soon."
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But once the demands start coming, he falls into the habit of looking at that omega, the one who spoke about birdcages, and she gives him little signals: nods, shakes of her head. Back rub: yes. Water: yes. Bath: no. Strawberries: no.
"You men get so practiced ignoring your pain," Mrs. Smith sniffs. "Shouldn't be finding out how to listen to your own body at a time like this. Now, stand up, sit down, lie down, as you need. Any bit that hurts less." She ruffles Burr's hair and gives him a bit of Hamilton's maple candy.
A walk outside: no, according to Mrs. Linden.
"I'll help you walk in here," Hamilton suggests, desperately. "You'll see them soon."