Toby stood at the hospital vending machine. He stared through the glass, deciding on what he wanted. His bandaged arm hung uselessly at his side. There was a bandage over the side of his cheek as it looked like he had been crying, and he was for sure definitely exhausted. He ticked, his neck popping, and then went back to looking for a snack.

Though he didn't really even feel like eating or drinking anything for that matter. But he would do anything to get that horrible scene out of his mind, his mom had urged him to. Maybe she thought it would distract him from Lyra or something.