Who: Athena and Triton (Open to Triteia) What: Visiting the invalid When: Tuesday night Where: Triton's house Warnings: None
Triton had managed to stay fairly focused while he had the laptop on the table beside him, but as soon as Athena promised she would come, he pushed it to the side and did nothing but close his eyes and try not to move too much. His ribs hurt, his face hurt, his face was probably a swollen mess, and his fingers were bandaged. Those were the main things that had his attention at the moment, overshadowing the smaller aches and pains.
He was tired, he was worried, he blamed himself for dropping his guard and letting himself get into this state. If it hadn't been for Triteia taking care of him after she'd found him, he knew he'd be even deeper into the self-guilt. Athena had also told him it wasn't failure on his part, but he couldn't quite believe it.
Part of him wanted to sleep and forget the pain, but he also wanted to stay awake and feel it, make certain he wouldn't let the same thing happen again.