[Team SONIC] a study in hospital visits
In order to better see what was happening on the other side of the fence, he had clambered onto a rickety old wooden box, and promptly put a hole through it.
That was his first visit to the hospital, hobbling out of the sliding doors on crutches, both his legs wrapped in casts. The doctor's strict instructions to keep off them as much as possible rang in his ears for weeks.
In secondary school, he had gotten into a fight with the class bully, throwing a punch that had landed squarely on the bully's nose. The sickening crunch told him that more than just the bully's nose had been broken.
That was his second visit to the hospital, coming out hours later with his hand heavily bandaged up and a note for his teachers. He was greeted by cheers and pats of gratefulness on his back, his classmates thanking him for doing what they had been too scared to do themselves.
On a dark, cold night, he had fled from a drunken attacker, high and delusion from too many drinks. He had run onto the streets without first looking at the flow of traffic, and the last thing he heard was a screech of tires and-
That was his third visit to the hospital, and he left two days later in a wooden box.