Room 220 | Friday Evening
The crap thing about having an injury was the boredom while waiting for healing to happen. There was no training to do - no running, no fighting, no jump drills, nothing at all that could rip out the meticulous stitches zig zagging over his back. Griff had considered venturing out to the common area, but he really didn't want to run into certain hallmates who might ask after his odd gait or careful sitting positions.
Nope, he'd just lounge over the pillows of his bed and page through old books, not really reading anything on the pages while considering just what it was he could do about the situation that had got him in this predicament in the first place. Maybe he'd have a solution by the time he was healed enough to go after anyone.
[Door is cracked, post is open, boy is bored.]
Nope, he'd just lounge over the pillows of his bed and page through old books, not really reading anything on the pages while considering just what it was he could do about the situation that had got him in this predicament in the first place. Maybe he'd have a solution by the time he was healed enough to go after anyone.
[Door is cracked, post is open, boy is bored.]