Jaime signaled for Danny to follow him as the others all bustled around, wheeling his way towards his room.
His room looked like many a boy's room did at that age - messy and lived in. The only thing clear of clutter was the hardwood floor, and only because it had to be for Jaime to maneuver around in his wheelchair. However, where some teenage boys might have had sports and comics posters, Jaime had nerd stuff. Lots of nerd stuff. A telescope at the window, posters with views from the Hubble telescope on the walls, a poster of the periodic table.
Then there were the robots. Just small little things, mechanical contraptions littered all over, some of them still half built. One of them seemed to be some kinda of Rube Goldberg-esque contraption whose primary function seemed to be closing the door from his bed. Another, attached to a remote controlled car, seemed to exist to open his window from his desk. Most of them looked fairly functional, if simple, meant to help someone with limited mobility and the kind of things that were possibly ordered as kits from hobbyist sites. He wasn't really some genius engineer, just a bored kid that was good at fixing cars, that'd found a lot of time on his hands and a needed to have something to focus on.
There were a lot of them. For all his room was full of fun things, it also gave the impression of being a place where he hid and found anything he could to fill the emptiness in his life with, to focus all his attention on.
"There's a blue duffel bag under my bed, can you get it out for me?" he asked Danny, wheeling over to his desk to grab some notebooks and stuff them in another bag.
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His room looked like many a boy's room did at that age - messy and lived in. The only thing clear of clutter was the hardwood floor, and only because it had to be for Jaime to maneuver around in his wheelchair. However, where some teenage boys might have had sports and comics posters, Jaime had nerd stuff. Lots of nerd stuff. A telescope at the window, posters with views from the Hubble telescope on the walls, a poster of the periodic table.
Then there were the robots. Just small little things, mechanical contraptions littered all over, some of them still half built. One of them seemed to be some kinda of Rube Goldberg-esque contraption whose primary function seemed to be closing the door from his bed. Another, attached to a remote controlled car, seemed to exist to open his window from his desk. Most of them looked fairly functional, if simple, meant to help someone with limited mobility and the kind of things that were possibly ordered as kits from hobbyist sites. He wasn't really some genius engineer, just a bored kid that was good at fixing cars, that'd found a lot of time on his hands and a needed to have something to focus on.
There were a lot of them. For all his room was full of fun things, it also gave the impression of being a place where he hid and found anything he could to fill the emptiness in his life with, to focus all his attention on.
"There's a blue duffel bag under my bed, can you get it out for me?" he asked Danny, wheeling over to his desk to grab some notebooks and stuff them in another bag.