It was a rough battle. Just after the seven made Gaia go back to sleep, the infirmary was always busy. Two days after the battle, Will Solace, a friend of yours, waves you down from the door on the infirmary. He points to the ground in front of him as if to say “You. Here. Now.” You walk over. “So, where were you?” he demands. He wore a green surgeon shirt with jeans and flip flops, which probably wasn’t standard hospital protocol. “I’ve been stuck in the infirmary for, like, two days. You don’t come by. You don’t offer help. You can’t help a friend out? Maybe cut bandages? Bring me a soda or snack? Or a simple “hey, how’s it going Will?” You don’t think I could stand to see a friend face? Heck- I even delivered a baby by myself. Where have you been?” He put his hands on his hips