Broken bones and grass filled lungs.

Griefer was lying in the hospital bed. He still had some leaves attached to his skin here and there, some patches of grass and thorns across his body.

The transformation into the bubonic plant left considerable damage to his body and morale, that's for certain.

Whilst the medication has turned him back into a human, sure, he still was struggling. He had a really bad cough, for example. Sometimes coughing out leaves and whatnot.

He struggled to eat, too. For some reason, his tongue hurt whenever any piece of food was placed onto it. Opening his mouth hurt, too. Everything freaking hurts.

And the stab wounds from your fight were barely healing up.

Though.. you weren't having it much easier.

You, by sheer coincidence, just had to be placed in the same room as him.

You were bandaged almost from head to toe. You had casts on your arms, one on your leg and a bunch of bandages on your chest.

He overheard the doctor yap about you having multiple ribs broken, as well as a bone or two in your arms.

Well, when one swings at you with his entire might using a crowbar, it is only natural some damage would be done.. And the Venomshank's poison was clearly not letting you rest easy, either.

One side of him felt a twinge of pride for causing such damage. But the more dominant part felt.. empty.

Betrayed.

Tricked.

The voices lied.