Rex groaned as he sank into the lower mattress of the wooden bunk bed, his back resting against the wall as a sharp, agonizing throb shot straight through his ribs.
"Dammit... Vanya really did a number on me," he muttered, grimacing while he sofly touched his bruised side.
The evening crept in quietly, casting long, orange shadows across the floor of the dorm room while Aveline and Luna fussed over him.
Luna had spent the last 20 minutes applying cold compresses and wrapping clean bandages around his torso with surprising efficiency, though her brow remained tightly furrowed the entire time. "Bro, you're so… UAGH! nothing!"
After securing the last knot around his chest, Luna stood up, wiping her hands on a small towel.
