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From One Hotel To Another
Jan. 10th, 2014 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
east_texas_stuStu was beginning to feel restless. It had been several days since his fever had finally broken and he had become aware of things again. He felt mostly recovered from the pneumonia, but it still didn't mean he and Tom could quite move on again yet. It would be pretty much impossible not to overdo walking on the leg to a point, once they got back on the road, but it was best to make sure it would hold up period before they started off again. That meant waiting here a little bit longer.
The main thing on his mind, naturally, was Frannie. He wanted to be there when she had the baby, and it was hard to tell whether he'd make it or not. Worse, he kept having nightmares about the Dark Man. He couldn't get that evil, deep, "BREECH BIRTH" voice out of his head, along with the worries they'd both had about whether or not the baby would have the flu when it was born. If Tom could drive, it wouldn't have been a problem, but Stu was the only one that could, and so, they waited.
At first, they'd both camped out in the lobby, but after Stu didn't need constant looking after anymore, he'd moved to a room to be more comfortable. Time was spent between his room and the lobby, both for eating and for finding ways to pass the time and not get bored. Right now, he was leaving his room to come out, but the hallway he came into was decidedly not the same motel he'd just been in. It was a lot fancier and older looking, the kind of place you'd probably have to spend a lot to stay in.
Okay, what just happened? he thought. He thought maybe he was dreaming, but the ache and too-often present itching in his leg made that dubious. He turned back to the door, or what had been a door, but it was gone now, which made him more confused and a little bit afraid. Was this something of the Dark Man's? He'd never been known to do anything like this before, but no one really knew what all he was capable of.
Whatever it was, all Stu could do now was keep walking and brace himself for whatever was waiting for him, he guessed.
The main thing on his mind, naturally, was Frannie. He wanted to be there when she had the baby, and it was hard to tell whether he'd make it or not. Worse, he kept having nightmares about the Dark Man. He couldn't get that evil, deep, "BREECH BIRTH" voice out of his head, along with the worries they'd both had about whether or not the baby would have the flu when it was born. If Tom could drive, it wouldn't have been a problem, but Stu was the only one that could, and so, they waited.
At first, they'd both camped out in the lobby, but after Stu didn't need constant looking after anymore, he'd moved to a room to be more comfortable. Time was spent between his room and the lobby, both for eating and for finding ways to pass the time and not get bored. Right now, he was leaving his room to come out, but the hallway he came into was decidedly not the same motel he'd just been in. It was a lot fancier and older looking, the kind of place you'd probably have to spend a lot to stay in.
Okay, what just happened? he thought. He thought maybe he was dreaming, but the ache and too-often present itching in his leg made that dubious. He turned back to the door, or what had been a door, but it was gone now, which made him more confused and a little bit afraid. Was this something of the Dark Man's? He'd never been known to do anything like this before, but no one really knew what all he was capable of.
Whatever it was, all Stu could do now was keep walking and brace himself for whatever was waiting for him, he guessed.