For forever and a day

laughing like children, living like lovers & I guess that's why they call it the blues. Sam had promised to come back the following day—well, evening—to see if Remi was up for going for a walk. Regardless of whether it was a smart idea, Remi was definitely looking forward to it. Staying in the same room without much to keep his mind occupied was grating mercilessly on his nerves. He’d counted the ceiling tiles, knew the sounds and smells of the infirmary intimately, and, because actually not much was happening, he hadn’t even been able to help or learn anything from Isla. Conjuring some clothes for himself—a warm creamed coloured wool sweater and some trousers—Remi sat on the edge of his bed experimentally testing the strength of his legs. With a frown, he immediately realized that strolling about was actually going to be much more of an activity than he had thought. Creating a walking stick, Remi heaved himself up from the bed, placing a hand over his ribs with a muffled groan of pain.