Given his current condition… yeah, sure, why not go with that? One learned something new every day, and although the given instrument proved a little troublesome to handle – his fingers were just too big for the damn thing – Eddie managed to find some kind of skill with it.
That was one when one of the doctors – Tatsukawa or something like that – asked if he wouldn’t like a ukulele that proved to be a hit and a miss with his nephew. At least Clementine was safe and sound along his other belongings – or what little he had of them. Playing guitar was a no-go for the time being. Whether it was because of his decidedly Caucasian features or the fact that even on the wheelchair he was more than enough sizable, he didn’t really feel like knowing. Chatting up fellow patients tended to yield little result – most of them were giving him a wide berth. Once the cautious optimism set in however, it was replaced by the creeping boredom. His legs were still shot to hell, obviously – but maybe there was some chance out there that he would stand again. Whether it was just the meds or his own mood improving, it was hard to tell. The rehabilitation was going slowly, of course, but over the next few days that came after his last-second admission to the hospital, Eddie began seeing things in a slightly better light. The only thing he could do was to heal up on his own out of spite. There were more urgent, more important things to worry about first – and he was low on the priority list. Eddie was a tough sort and had survived close calls before, but the damage was extensive and the foreigner bias was ever so slightly against him. The rehabilitation was going to take some time. Such was the thanks he got for saving the guitarist. It was a miracle that he was still there to grouse about their loss they just barely saved him. How was he to take it if not with utter dismay? Not only was he left in an unfamiliar land, he was left with both of his legs completely thrashed. Thus, Eddie Riggs’s tenure as “the greatest roadie to have ever lived” came to a disappointing close. The doctors, once he finally explained to them that he could speak Japanese just fine, were frank: it would be a miracle if he actually stood up on his own two feet again. Then again, after the entire sordid affair that was roadying for the Kabbage Boy, perhaps he should have seen this coming. Being bound to the bed before you saved someone, and didn’t even receive a visit in the hospital from that someone was something else entirely.
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