Post sat down on the floor of a room, rewrapping his adhesive bandage, exhaling shakily and quietly, gulping when he brushed against a fresh bruise. Post's breathing finally went back to normal when he wrapped the bandage firmly. Post reached up to the desk to pull himself up from the floor, accidentally brushing against another scrape.

“You have to be bloody kidding me.”

Post whispered, wincing as he got up from the floor.