Apr 02, 2006 14:32
Jim's finally up and about and mostly healed, though he had certainly wished he had been that during the whole magog-attack-that-wasn't. Hiding in his room with Pam had certainly not been helpful, but with his face being as it was, he probably wouldn't have been much help anyway.
He was in shape enough now to start training but he hadn't even thought about returning. He was fairly certain his skills were lacking after getting the injury he had sustained after two hits. Pam was worried about him, justifiably so, because really he was no fighter. Two hits and he had fallen with those injuries. He couldn't imagine if that had been a magog.
He's sitting in the common room now, his eye still bruised a bit but the injuries were healed for the most part, if one looked past the very slight disfigurement of his nose. It was off just a little now, probably would always be that way from then on since it healed that way. It wasn't enough to worry about.
Glancing around the quiet room, he picks up one of the magazines he obviously could not read to flip through it, look at the pictures. Not like he had anything better to do.
[OOC: All are welcome to tag, though he's a bit glum. Hah.]
jim halpert