Chrys nods, holding the tissue. Once it had scabbed over, his own healing factor kicked in, regenerating lost blood. He laid back in the bed. It had been a while but the pain meds still weren't kicking in it seemed. He just sighed and closed his eyes, drifting off for a bit. He wasn't worried. He was getting stronger, and that's all that mattered.

In his dream he saw the box. Instead of walking to it he held out his hands. "Come." The box blinked out and reappeared in his hands. It was quite heavy, but he had the feeling that, he was strong enough to hold this. He turns the box in his hands. It was peculiar, the stars were actually on it, moving slowly around the surface. Feeling the box Chrys finds a lid, and taking it off he awakens, the pounding gone.

With the headache gone, Chrys can see that the world around him has taken a brighter look. He sits up and scratches his neck. "Well then... No use lying out around here..." Chrys stands, heading out of the infirmary. With every step he can sense the space around him. When he's outside he closes his eyes and lets the feeling out. He can sense the location of nearly everything around him. He heads to his dorm room, showering and changing into fresh clothes, checking his schedule. Since he did a lot of homeschooling, he's ahead if most of the seniors and has college courses. Luckily he's only missed Advanced Robotics, his least favorite course. He has a bit if time before his Combat Encounters course so he works on his paper for Ethics.