Iota had stumbled in haphazardly about five minutes ago. His face was bruised and bloody, and for once in his life he wasn't talking.
"Is Beta still be coddled?" I questioned glancing up from the cot I was sitting cross legged on.
"What?" He looked at me confused. He shook his head before responding.
"Yeah guess so."
He sat on a cat as the nurse at the front desk grabbed a first aid kit and set it on the foot of the cot.
"So how did this happen?" She quizzed cleaning the blood from his face.
"Training."
His voice sounded rushed and worried even though he should not have felt either.
"Your nose is broken but it should be okay. Try not to put much pressure on it," she ordered as she continued dabbing at the mostly dry blood.
"Does it hurt anywhere else?"
He looked up as he thought back. "Maybe my chest a little, but it probably isn't anything."
She bit her lip. "I'll call the Chancellor and set up an x-ray for you just to make sure everything is alright," she informed him.
She pressed lightly on different spot on his chest until he winced.
"It could be broken. How did this happen again?" She seemed almost worried for the boy she knew close to nothing about.
"We were training. It was an honest mistake."
"No, it wasn't," I interjected quickly.
"Psi, stop," he demanded.
"It was intentional and the match was over. He was singled out and beat up," I added.
She looked at me and then back at Iota.
"Can you tell me who did it?"
I looked at Iota. I could tell he didn't want me to say anything.
"I got there after everything went down. Sorry," I lied looking down at my hands.
The woman looked back at Iota who just shook his head.
"Well I'll tell the Chancellor and get you an x-ray when I can. Until then you should stay off your feet," she directed throwing away a wad of bloody gauze pads.
"Mkay."
He sounded completely spaced out.
"Iota? Hello?" I stood and walked over to the foot of his bed and leaned on the edge of his bed.
"Oh. Uh- hi."
"So I saw what happened but... what did Beta say? I only walked in when he finished yelling," I requested sitting on the foot of his bed.
"Just a bunch of stuff about how we shouldn't have won just because we know how to communicate and he got angry," he mumbled.
"That's stupid. So what if you can communicate well? That's a good thing." I furrowed my brows and studied his face. He had clear bruises forming on both sides of his face and his nose was bright red and puffy.
"He says it's unfair because we're sleeping together," he added solemnly.
"Well... are you?" I questioned softy.
His face turned bright red as he let out a short laugh.
"No. Of course not."
"Then why would Beta say that?"
