Lucen, who had carried Eisen to the infirmary, placed him on the bed. Lucen sat on the little wooden stool beside the bed, tapping the edge of his boot lightly.
He glanced around. The walls were plain, cracked in a few places, and the single window let in only a sliver of light.
This was another trope he also wanted to experience. But he imagined being the one brought back to the infirmary after giving his all, and waking up to a cute or beautiful woman's face.
'Yeah, well, I guess this guy wouldn't really care who comes here to greet him... Still, that was the first hit I received in a match.'
Lucen touched his cheek that had been nicked. The scratch was no longer there, but he could still feel Eisen's fist that had nearly hit him.
