Sora whined, because as Prince he could. "For YEARS?" That sounded horrible. "Well...I do not enjoy too many sports." Reading wasn't a sport. He did like practicing the sword but he could stop if he didn't feel well. "I certainly won't be fighting in any battles anytime soon." Skirmishes may go on for a few months, but Sora would not be in a battle again.
"Doctor Watson is?" Really? Oh well, all these physician types knew each other. "I hope he will stop by Hollow Bastion before going home." Wherever his home was. He could live in Hollow Bastion, Sora didn't know. "I would like to thank him." He was sure that his parents would like to thank the Doctor as well. And then Master Zexion would be able to see his friend, too.
Oh yeah! His other injuries were so serious he'd nearly forgotten about his hand. "This hand, Sir. Grazed by an arrow on my Birthday."
"I am sleeping a lot Master, but I am afraid I sleep too much." He wasn't THAT tired, he just had nothing else to do and it felt strangely good. Which was odd considering he hated sleeping but a year ago.