Robert walked up the several flights of steps toward the Hospital wing with Nigel still over his shoulder. By the time he reached the last step and walked the few steps toward the hospital wing his legs were starting to feel like rubber. He knew he'd be sore tomorrow.

He watched as Elizabeth opened the door for him still carrying his bat which..thinking about it now...might not have been such a good move on his part since getting it back might prove harder than he thought. Walking through the doors slowly, feeling like his legs would give out any minute, he headed straight for a chair and slid the unconscious Nigel off his shoulder and onto the chair, falling into the one beside it with a tired sigh.

As he waited to be seen by the nurse he rubbed his shoulder, thankful that the weight was off and felt something wet. Pulling his hand back he noticed that Nigel's blood had gotten onto his uniform and he frowned.