The nurse let me leave the infirmary a few hours after my call with Victoria. She made me promise not to spare for the rest of the week. Given that it was Wednesday, that meant I was only missing one session of Basics. She gave me a note, some advil and sent me on my way.
I got my first glimpse at myself since the fight as I passed a mirror when I was leaving. My entire right side of my face was covered in mottled, purple-blue bruises. My right eye was swollen and puffy. My hair was a tangled mop on my head, far from the sleek twist I’d put in it before the fight. My clothes were covered in blood, Kairos’s and mine. There were a few points in my lip that were split. Same with my head. My wrist had been reset but was in an air-cast.
I looked a mess.
I left the infirmary after the sun ha
