A small hiss escaped Ryan's mouth as he sat down at his computer, but refused to complain about the pain he was in. His entire body ached. He knew Roxy had it the worst of them all, but he always felt his was pretty close to hers. His was rarely the same, the variation creating an unknown feature to it. He slowly began to work, scowling at the computer screen. The cuts on his knees and elbows were screaming at him due to being bent, but he didn't notice as a scab broke open on a cut on the outside of his elbow and begin to drip blood slowly onto the floor.