Stan sat there in the nurse’s office, nose bleeding and bruises littering his usually perfect pale skin. He ached everywhere, and the regret of what he did began to soak in.

He had just instigated a fight with his ex-girlfriend’s new lover, Tolkien Black. Ever since Tolkien had ‘stolen’ Wendy from him, Stan had been both pissed and depressed. So he fought him.

And lost.

Now, Stan sat there, staring at the wall as the nurse prepared an ice pack for his multiple bruises on his legs and arms.