He let's out a long, suffering sigh and rolls onto his side, his gaze following the movement of the billowing dark grey curtains that were being blown by the wind from outside.
Ever since the battle at Epheral, he's been under strict orders from the medics to stay in all day and lay in bed. He kicked off his blankets and sat up, propping his chin on his fists and frowning. He hated this. The only good thing was that he got to wear a very comfortable black sheer fabric shirt that was given to him. He touched his the bandages that were wrapped around his chest and let out another depressing sigh. "Well this sucks." He said flatly.
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