Harrow you're from the guards grip and stated at them.
Harlow was boiling now, he grimaced and turned to Rebel. "Ya?"
His nose flared, inhaling sharply just thinking about it. "I'll tell you later."
He gave a small grin, but his grimace won over. Harlow rubbed his neck. "Ya... I'll go get some. And a movie?"
He swallowed and walked up to him, helping his friend sit up properly. He sighed, "Be right back." He escaped the room.
Harlow came back after a few minutes with two Ben & Jerry tubs and a flick for them to watch. He glanced at Rebel and set eh ice cream down. 'You okay?"
"Yeah." Rebel said,
Just wondering how I'm gonna eat by ice cream."he added. He looked at the flick that Harlow had brought,
"That's a good one." he siad approvingly.
I'll help you," he said, getting the movie ready.
Rebel nodded. He watched harlow get the movie readya dn than glanced at the ice cream containers,
"I claim the one with brownie bits." he siad, indicating ehw anetd the one thatw was vaniilla with brownie bits, chocolate chips adn caramel in it.
He nodded and gave a small forced grin for him. "Sure," he moved back as the movie worked through the commercials. He handed him a spoon of ice cream.
Rebel leaned forward as best as he could adn used just his mouth to take the icec ream off the spoon, he couldn't really use his arms, the meds were strting to wear of and he was getting worred. As Harlow fliiped through the commericials Rebel slowly struggled to move his arms slightly, his legs wouldnt move at all.
Harrow tried not to notice his friend struggling as the movie began, giving him another bite.
Rebel allowed Hsrlow to feed him as he watched the movie.
When he was finished with his, Harlow took his considerably melted ice cream and ate it, though he was too much in a mood to really care.
Rebel licked his lips, teh icecream was good. She kept his eyes on teh TV screen, tryng to forget the fact eh couldn't move.
He glanced at Rebel, sitting next to him and laying back. "You okay?"
Rebel kept his eyes on the screen,
"Yeah." he siad, though he was starting to sound deprest. What if this not being able to mov ething was permenant, the meds had worn off so the happy-high he had was gone too. He could move his arms a bit, but his legs felt like they were being held down with cement, he couldn't budge the even a centemere.
(What did he say?)
He sealed down down some ice creamand stood up. "I'll be right back," he says walking out and running onto someone.
Shiloh jump back and looked up at Harlow, her arms crossed her eyes glaring.