Normally Shito would appreciate the opportunity to spend a shift in the library, but right now all he really wanted to do was to try to sleep off the pain he was in. How long would it take for his regenerating and abused nerves to settle down? Every time he moved his right arm, fresh waves of hell travelled up from his wrist, and it was already getting more than a little tiresome. And he didn't even look that hurt, so the nurses didn't seem to get why he was even more snappish than usual when they wouldn't let him nap in the Sun Room like he wanted.

Grumbling to himself, Shito sought out an unoccupied spot and curled up in it, repressing a shudder as the movement triggered yet more complaints from his right arm. He could only imagine this was just going to get worse tonight, when he would actually need to use his hand.

[Tsubaki]