Julien was never a good patient, not because he was afraid of doctors or medicine or anything like that, no, it was the missed classes and wasted time that he couldn't handle. He felt that he was behind as it was on a good day and not being in class, not being able to study and not having his books around him for so long meant that he was slowly panicking himself into an ulcer. He'd tried to get out of bed a few hours after he'd woken up from being knocked out but he hadn't made it far, his legs giving out on him before anyone could force him back into bed; he was a lot more reasonable when he was unconscious.
No one had come to see him and he smiled when Alfie came in, first sight of him bringing back strange memories of that horrible bonfire night for some reason. He was still bruised on his left side, above his eye and down to his cheekbone, although it had healed to a greeney-yellow now. It would have looked a lot better but the medicine he was taking to keep his insides healthy and healing reacted badly with the stuff he could take for the more superficial injuries, even if they did look nasty.
"Kind of..." he said, looking sheepish. "I fell halfway down one set but it was moving when I did. So I fell over the side of that-" he winced a little without noticing as he recounted that bit, remembering the feeling of tumbling through the air. "-and hit another set that was moving at the same time; it kind of caught me I suppose." He shifted, uncomfortable. "Thanks for bringing that up for me, though I don't know why I should bother, I'm not going to be able to make up all this lost time."