Post by kuriboh on Dec 22, 2009 1:56:31 GMT -5
There was something comforting about being back in Granada. It felt nice to be surrounded by familiar presences, and to wander familiar hallways. It was soothing to see the frame of silver outside the windows, and refreshing to be able to follow a daily schedule without risk of interruption.
He hadn't realized how much he'd missed the Institutes staff, either, although he was somewhat surprised at how coddled he felt by them now. Obviously, he'd been doing very well.
Most of all, though, Florian felt more at ease than he had in weeks. Even without Shiv nearby, he didn't feel as distracted, nor as exposed as he did out in space, though he supposed it was because he was home. The headaches had stopped, (though he'd reported them to Dr. Ritzky anyways,) and he no longer felt such a strong compulsion to scrub himself raw every time he took a shower. Testing with the new unit was going smoothly, to boot. Florian was adapting to it quickly, to the delight of the staff.
Though in his free time, Florian was finding himself very lonely. The doctors weren't to be bothered while they worked, and the institutes other denizens were as reclusive, if not more so, than Florian himself. He could have explored, but he knew the area like the back of his hand. Tetris simply didn't have the same appeal as it used to. Even the myriad of pressures that pushed against his head were tiring in their familiarity. There had been letters from Shiv, of course. They'd come daily, and there was no other time Florian looked more forward to.
It was in one of his free hours, spent gazing listlessly out of a window that Florian wondered if this was what cabin fever felt like. For the first time in his life, he felt restrained.
He hadn't realized how much he'd missed the Institutes staff, either, although he was somewhat surprised at how coddled he felt by them now. Obviously, he'd been doing very well.
Most of all, though, Florian felt more at ease than he had in weeks. Even without Shiv nearby, he didn't feel as distracted, nor as exposed as he did out in space, though he supposed it was because he was home. The headaches had stopped, (though he'd reported them to Dr. Ritzky anyways,) and he no longer felt such a strong compulsion to scrub himself raw every time he took a shower. Testing with the new unit was going smoothly, to boot. Florian was adapting to it quickly, to the delight of the staff.
Though in his free time, Florian was finding himself very lonely. The doctors weren't to be bothered while they worked, and the institutes other denizens were as reclusive, if not more so, than Florian himself. He could have explored, but he knew the area like the back of his hand. Tetris simply didn't have the same appeal as it used to. Even the myriad of pressures that pushed against his head were tiring in their familiarity. There had been letters from Shiv, of course. They'd come daily, and there was no other time Florian looked more forward to.
It was in one of his free hours, spent gazing listlessly out of a window that Florian wondered if this was what cabin fever felt like. For the first time in his life, he felt restrained.