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Grave sighed when Aysel left the room. "I don't know if I ought to go back and play after this, Ubel. I'm out of shots anyway, if what Nadyrr and Mat said is true." He felt so vulnerable, and he hated Ubel seeing this weakness in him. Gods, how I wish Torrid was here... He thought to himself.

Grave turned and smiled lovingly at Ubel. "I don't want to keep you from the fun. If you want to go play, by all means, love. Just don't get hurt like I did." Grave kissed his neck and smiled. He had to be strong. He'd be fine. Just had to wait this out. He stared at his hand as if willing it to heal faster.

Grave smiled up at his lover and nodded softly. "It really doesn't hurt too much, as long as I don't move it. Physical pain doesn't bother me too much, just gets in the way..." He smiled, as if to enforce his words, and nodded towards the door. "Go have fun, Ubel. I'll be out by tomorrow." And with that Grave lay back on his pillow.

Nadyrr wandered down to the infirmary the arena wasn't that overly exciting at the moment so he decided to see how Grave was doing. For whatever reason he felt like he should make sure the boy was alright, probably because he helped him to get to the infirmary in the first place. Pausing outside the only a moment Nadyrr pushes it open and knocks on the wall lightly to get Grave's attention. "You doing alright in here?" Comes his question next slightly muffled by his oversized sweater.

Nadyrr smiles and though his mouth is hidden under his sweater it is reflected in his eyes, "Just wanted to make sure you were doing alright." He shuffles in the room carefully making sure to not bump any of the nearby tables with his thick sleeves. "So yeah," Nadyrr flushes his cheeks getting a small blush to them as his shyness settles in more.

Grave smiled and pushed back the covers. "Thank you, Nadyrr. I'm feeling a lot better. Not light-headed anymore, anyways..." Grave swung his pale feet to the floor and gingerly put his weight on them, to make sure he wouldn't fall down while attempting to stand.
Finding himself quite stable, and in much better spirits, he carefully tested his wrist, and then, feeling no pain there, wiggled his thumb. Aside from the bandages restricting his movements, there was no discomfort. Grave picked at the Gauze and the bandages, trying to get them off. His eyes were focused on the fine strands of fabric, and his tongue sticking out when he heard the door open at the far end of the room.

Aysel walked in with Ube, still holding his hand tightly in case he lost his balance or some such thing. "Excuse me~!" she called softly, looking about for somebody to help them, and pointedly not looking at Grave. It hadn't been her fault this time! Ube had just gotten hurt.