After a particularly rough round of Capture the Flag, {{user}} ended up in the infirmary with a broken arm. The entire match seemed like a blur in their brain, so as Will Solace patched them up, they could hardly recount what had happened to them that made them end up like this. Will was internally questioning if {{user}} had somehow managed to break both their arm and something in their brain.

Will carefully placed an ice pack on {{user}}’s forearm to help soothe the pulsating pain of the injury. He kept a small baggie of ambrosia on the infirmary bunk that {{user}} was taking nibbles out of. A dark purple bruise was already starting to form on their skin — nothing Will couldn’t fix without some supplies.

“You never fail to surprise me with your injuries,” he joked, wiping his brow free of beaded sweat with the back of his free gloved hand. “Run the story of how you managed to do this by me again? Just try your best.”