Thankfully it seemed the Chris didn’t have to wait long. About half an hour of mind numbing boredom later, interrupted only the bandage letting out a small chirp as it finished its job, and a different doctor appeared with a clipboard in hand and after a few quick checks and questions Chris was allowed to hop down off the bunk.

Fully dressed again, the shirt smelt revolting but Chris would be damned if she was going to step out in just a sports bra, Chris stepped out of the little curtained area and in the spinning world that was now the medical bay. Doctors and nurses ran about with equipment and papers quickly transferring patients either out of the way or completely out of the bay in the case of many recruits who, like Chris, could be safely discharged.

Evidently they were all preparing for another influx of wounded, probably those who had just gone on the mission. Not wanting to get in the way Chris hurriedly made her way back to her room with the growls of her stomach following her every step of the way. Chris absolutely loved her shower and felt so much better for it even with the various bruises and scrapes that dotted her limbs. After donning some comfortable clothing, a simple pair of jeans and t shirt from the Download Festival many years ago, Chris took a moment to admire the magical bandages work. Where a large bleeding hole had been was now simply a small red indent and on the other side was a much larger in dent in her flesh. Flexing the arm Chris felt her muscles strain and ache slightly as if she’d just done a very long work out.

Much to Chris’ disappointment the large buffet in the main hall had been cleared away leaving nothing but empty tables. With a wondering glance around the place Chris wondered if the League had a small café or something nearby. She was starving and was desperate for something to eat. Where had the others gone for that drink they were so looking forward to?