Thank the gods for small favors. Alaric was playing the shit out of the handheld Gabe had brought him. It was a little tricky with his shoulder all jacked up, but he had the bed positioned pretty well for it.
It was one long stretch of boring being stuck in bed. He wanted to get up and run and move, but his wound needed time to heal and he was antsy as shit. So much WoW he was missing. He had made Gabe swear he wouldn't grind without him.
It had also been kind of depressing that Gabe was the only person that had visited him so far. His friend visited everyday, but it was still a little sad.
