WHO: Nikolai and OTA WHERE: St. Mungo's WHAT: Nikolai is a little bruised up WHEN: (backdated) Wednesday night
Nikolai was great at ignoring things. He could go weeks with ignoring the tingling sensation in the back of his throat and splitting headaches and even waking up completely congested. He barely spared bruises more than a disdainful glance. However, he couldn't quite ignore the way his side was hurting anymore. These days he rarely got into bar brawls anymore, but things had just clicked when a random guy had insulted one of his friends and before Nikolai could do so much as blink, he was already in the middle of things.
At first he'd just thought that this would all ebb off with time, but now almost 24 hours he still wasn't feeling better, which was the reason that found him in the waiting area at St Mungo's, far too late at night. Yawning widely Nikolai rubbed his eyes, almost dozing off in his chair as he waited. There was not much else to do, really.