The last place Kvothe wanted to go after last night was the Arts and Crafts room, so when the nurse gave him the option of staying in the Sun Room instead, he gladly took it. He scratched his bandaged upper arm as he sank onto one of the couches. That was another mystery to him about the place, he knew he hadn't wrapped it and he didn't remember anyone else doing so, but at least it wasn't free to bleed anymore. That meant someone had to have messed with his arm at some point in that blank space between mysteriously blanking out in the courtyard as he had the first night, and waking up in his room. He hated the trapped feeling he got here, cornered and watched. He sighed and pulled one leg up onto the couch under him, looking around at the others in the room with determined curiosity.

[Free]