Victor tried straightening his back, a deep sigh resounding from his lips as his face twitched. A couple of hours later, he was seated in the not so bustling, but still rowdy Cadet's cafeteria for a late lunch, his left arm wrapped up in pale bandage and his eyes that were still slightly reddened behind a pair of glasses looked on gloomily and over the table.
Occasionally, a small sharp wince, like a hiss, would twitch from his lips, causing his expression to pull even longer into a frown. A dull throbbing pain assaulted his forehead, his eyes still red from blood vessels and veins stung with pain that made his vision blurry. In fact, if it wasn't for the special recommended glasses the infirmary gave him, Victor probably wouldn't be able to distinguish much from his sight alone.
