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Sunset

Dolemeck had become more active at the mansion since he got there. He had begun swimming with the help of his powers and trusted friends, and had worked on his sewing when he had time to himself. There were so many possibilities at this mansion, many he never thought possible. It was like the world was now his oyster.

That said, Dolemeck decided to take the time to watch the sun set over the lake on the mansion grounds. His leg braces were off to the side, resting up against the boat house, while his feet dangled off the dock. He took in the sight of the sky starting to change from light blue, to a darker blue, and then a fiery mix of orange and pink.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone walking up to the dock he sat on. He turned his head and just smiled to the person, giving a small wave, before going back to looking up at the sky.

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Porthos sat in a lotus position. Or as much of a lotus position as the chair he was on would let him. He noticed the only other occupant of the room stirring and slid his headphones off his head. He hit stop on his mp3 player.

"'Sup to whatever drugs they pumped into you, dude. I'm just chillaxin' in a quiet place. Here. There. Everywhere." Zen philosophy from the surfer.

"My typical pain medication, the one I get two to three times a day." He groaned, laying back down in bed. "Porthos, I owe you all a debt of thanks. I would have drowned if it was not for Aramis, and well... you all tend to give me sage advice when I need it."

The turtle raised a scaly brow ridge. He tugged the headphones down to hang off the large set of Buddhist prayer beads around his neck.

"No need for thanks, dude. I didn't do a thing but visit."

"You helped me move into the mansion when I first got here... and Aramis would always play games with me and saved me life." He shook his head, deciding to not go into further detail. "Just... thank all of you for being my friend, Pete, too."

"Well, you're welcome for my part. We should all try for the filth. But you overgunned the thanks. I'm just one turtle."

He set his palms on top of his feet and contemplated how to get himself off the chair easiest when the time came.

"Aye, but there are others inside of you, and a Pete, too." He said, trying to roll over in bed, but finding it difficult at first. He eventually manages the task without help and hugs his pillow. "I was told sometimes, I can be heard by all, by speaking to one."

Porthos remained where he was as Dolemeck struggled. He watched with some interest.

"Blow out on info, benny. I only know what's goin' on when I frig in. Whoever you see is who listens. Maybe the little grommet, but mostly the dude in control."

"Well, that helps make things more clear, aye?" he chuckled, before coughing a bit. "You must get tired of me and others asking to speak with Pete, aye? I think I will drop it, Porthos. I do not want to stress him out more, or any of you, really. If Pete wants to come out and speak with me, that is cool. I will always lend the little grommet an ear. But I am not going to force him or put more pressure on him."

He gave off a sigh and a small smile.

"Maybe that bump to me head did me some good. I am starting to realize so much, now. Maybe I am growing up or something."

Porthos chuckled. "Or something, brah."

He un-lotused himself and put his feet on the floor.

"Maybe just having time to think makes the board meet water."

"Aye, I've been too busy trying to distract myself, I think I stopped thinking." He was getting what they were saying. It was a miracle! "Were you really in here because it was quiet, or were you worried?"

The turtle pushed himself to his feet and rolled his shoulders a bit. There were a couple itches his shell could scratch.

"Mm. Both. You shouldn't go bashing without a shark biscuit, benny. At least not without your crew."

He nodded in agreement.

"Aye, I know that now. I was as Rose put it an "idiot"." He continued to try and get comfortable in bed. "I do not think it matters anymore. There will be no more swimming for me, at all. I will be firmly on the ground, in me chair."

"Unless they offer hydrotherapy. Take 'em up on it. Just make sure you got an adult to keep you out of the rinse cycle." Itches taken care of, Porthos stretched a bit.

"Need anything else, benny?"

"No, I do not think so." He reached out, using his telekinetic powers to try and help Porthos with his itchiness. He was literally scratching the turtle's back for him. "Better? And I think I will take one of the adults up on it. I am now going to have to have more physical therapy to keep my legs limber now."

The turtle did not really notice the back scratching as his back was mostly hard shell. He shrugged, a little confused at the question.

"Sure. Docs'll let you at soon. Just rest up. Ride the waves of dreams." He waved a little and headed for the door.

"Thank you, Porthos. Take care, friend." He though he managed to scratch his back under the shell. Oh well, he was not going to dwell on it. Instead, Porthos was right... he was getting sleepy, again. The young Englishmen quickly fell back to sleep, right after he left his room.

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