MUSE
A full day passed by since that battle occurred. It turned out to be a bloody mess in the end, and Gawain was the victim of it. So, there he sat in that lonesome room, having awakened from his slumber to the caressing rays of the sun, only to begin rubbing his eyes to become accustomed to the new day's light. In his white garment made for hospitalized patients -a singular piece of clothing that covered his body from top to bottom-, Gawain sat in that clean and pure room, filled with just his single bed, a window to the illustrious outside, a few medicinal cabinets there and there, and many other objects that Gawain didn't quite know what they were; they were all still useful in some way or form to the boy, even if he didn't know their use or if they weren't involved in his recovery.
Moving his right hand up to the wounded area, still feeling the injury he received from only a day before, Gawain felt the error of his action as he felt a sudden sting in the injury as he began rubbing it with a gentle motion. Considering that he'd only been recovering for 24 hours, in the event of any sudden and additional force applied to the injury, the wounded area would reopen and Gawain'd start bleeding again; however, the situation would be much less drastic than the initial case. So, as a result of his rubbing, Gawain accidentally opened a flow of blood; at least the bandage that covered his head was able to absorb most, if not all, of the matter. With a disappointed sigh, after having felt the wet bloody spot, Gawain looked out the window to his room, wondering how long time would take until he was a good-enough state to leave.
A full day passed by since that battle occurred. It turned out to be a bloody mess in the end, and Gawain was the victim of it. So, there he sat in that lonesome room, having awakened from his slumber to the caressing rays of the sun, only to begin rubbing his eyes to become accustomed to the new day's light. In his white garment made for hospitalized patients -a singular piece of clothing that covered his body from top to bottom-, Gawain sat in that clean and pure room, filled with just his single bed, a window to the illustrious outside, a few medicinal cabinets there and there, and many other objects that Gawain didn't quite know what they were; they were all still useful in some way or form to the boy, even if he didn't know their use or if they weren't involved in his recovery.
Moving his right hand up to the wounded area, still feeling the injury he received from only a day before, Gawain felt the error of his action as he felt a sudden sting in the injury as he began rubbing it with a gentle motion. Considering that he'd only been recovering for 24 hours, in the event of any sudden and additional force applied to the injury, the wounded area would reopen and Gawain'd start bleeding again; however, the situation would be much less drastic than the initial case. So, as a result of his rubbing, Gawain accidentally opened a flow of blood; at least the bandage that covered his head was able to absorb most, if not all, of the matter. With a disappointed sigh, after having felt the wet bloody spot, Gawain looked out the window to his room, wondering how long time would take until he was a good-enough state to leave.