Bobby turned his attention to the door when he heard the familiar voice coming towards his room. He grinned, settling against the soft pillows before Jubilee came bounding in.

He didn't look bad. He really didn't. Elvyran had done a bang up job on all of them. His shoulder was heavily bandaged, so nothing could be openly seen, but he did have just a bit of bruising on his face, arms and neck. The leg bruises were covered, of course, by the blanket. His knees had been swollen after taking the kicks from his younger brother, but he didn't want to think back on that.

There was also the IV in his arm that was getting some needed antibiotics into his system to fight the infection caused by his untended shoulder wound.

"Of course I'm alive. I owed you ice cream. Did you think I was going to leave you hanging in the end?"