The Infirmary

Mar 27, 2006 16:48

Jim comes to with possibly the worst headache imaginable.

"Urgh," he mumbles, letting his fingers curl and uncurl for a second.

Disoriented is a good word for it. For a moment he forgot exactly why it feels like a train ran into his face, but as he wakes up further it hits him rather abruptly.

The spar. Mel. And god, those hits. It only took two hits to take him down. He's not sure what's worse - that fact or the pain he's getting from it now that it's over.

What a waste. All that training for nothing.

He sighs slowly, letting his body relax against the surface he was put on. He lifts his finger to touch his nose, which turns out to be a very bad idea as it only creates more pain. After a slight hiss, he lets his hand drop, deciding it's best to just lay there.

Broken nose, broken cheekbone he bet. Way his eye is, all swelled up and hard to see out of, likely a nice black and blue also. Yeah, this was going to be fun getting better from.

"...Ow."

[OOC: Doctors or people who want to gawk feel free to reply. Sort of really want a doctor to tell him what's going on though.]

jim halpert, !location: apt 201 (infirmary)

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