I woke up and sat up. I tried to move my right arm, because I had forgotten that it had been injured. I winced in pain as it didn't move.

"Damnit, I am regretting the fight that I have had," I sighed.

I swung my feet off the bed and looked at my covers. The covers and sheets were coated in blood. I sighed again and got up to change.

I walked to the closet and took off my shirt and jacket. I looked at the cut and saw how bad it really was. I smirked and grabbed my blood soaked shirt off the floor, and wrapped it around my arm. After that I put a fresh shirt on and another jacket.

"Time to take one day to relax," I laughed to myself.

I went to go lay back down. When I hit the bed, I was already asleep again.