Several hours later, Cricket awoke. He climbed out of bed, groaning. His wounds hadn't been healed yet and hurt like hell. He looked in the mirror on his desk as he removed his shirt, hard with dry blood.
Glancing at himself, he cursed. His chest and shoulders were covered in cuts and bruises, and his nose was probably broken. His hair was disheveled and rumpled. He sighed, putting on a new shirt, and walking into the hallway.
He knocked on Rose's door, waiting for a response.