She sighed with a frown, looking back at the wreckage as she began to clean up, her shoulders sagging.
He exhaled slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling off his shirt. Dark, ugly black and yellow bruises patterened his chest and his stomach.
August looked up from contemplating his injuries and quickly covered his chest with a pillow. "Hey, Avice."
He ran his fingers through her hair slowly. "I'm sorry I didn't help; they needed to do an examination."
"Well, it's not good," he said, lying back it the pillows. "But I didn't want to stay in the infirmary."