Simon bit his lip, sitting up in bed and letting his eyes adjust to the blackness. He grunted quietly, swinging his legs over the mattress on the floor and standing up. His black eye still hurt like shit, he’d have to ice it tomorrow. The bruises on his back and neck were almost numb which was good and bad, studying for a health major he’d know. He cracked his back and winced, that also hurt. He grit his teeth and scrubbed a hand on his face. “Alright. Have to see a fucking doctor about that…” He grumbled, walking to the closet and throwing on some clothes, slipping a few bucks into his jeans pocket as he touched his nose and winced.

Broken. Go figures.