Open After Pants

[Michael Newton]

After the duel

Michael wasn't usually one to wimp out and visit the hospital wing, but seeing as he was bleeding, lost his pants, and felt rather woozy, he listened to the professor's advice and limped up to the third floor. Falling onto the bed, he thought about the duel and wondered if maybe this kind of stuff was why Kas broke up with him. Maybe he was too much. He never intended to win the duel with Sydney, but at the same time, all of it was rather ridiculous. Groaning, he laid his head on the pillow, hoping the bleeding on his head clotted eventually. His legs were still chilly, and he pulled up a blanket at the bottom of the bed to cover them.

 

[Solomon Tofilau]

Sully was idly wondering if Aisa knew a good spell to get blood out of his robes, grinning as he decided she'd definitely be the first he'd ask if he ever needed to cover up a murder or something. She was definitely smart enough.

"Woah, what happened to you," Sully said with a laugh, spotting Michael already sprawled out on a bed, mysteriously pantless. "You look like you lost a fight with a wood chipper," he said, hopping up onto the bed next to Michael's, hand still clamped over the stinging gash in his other arm. The nurse would probably just slap some goop on it and he'd be good to go, but it still throbbed annoyingly.