Three days passed.
Kyle had cleared from the infirmary, and returned to his classes.
And he was insufferable about it.
"I'm telling you," Kyle said for the third time that morning as we walked toward Professor Thorne's class, "Aria said I'm healing faster than expected. She said it's impressive."
"You've mentioned that."
"Because it's true."
"Uh-huh."
"She also said I have good bone density. That's a compliment, right?"
I sighed.
"Kyle, she was doing her job. That's what healers say."
"But she smiled when she said it!"
"She smiles at everyone."
"Not like that!"
I glanced at him.
He was grinning like an idiot, his face slightly flushed, completely oblivious to the fact that we were in the middle of a crowded hallway.
"You're hopeless," I muttered.
Kyle laughed, slinging his arm over my shoulder.
"Come on, man. You could at least be happy for me."
"I am. Thrilled."
"You don't sound thrilled."
"That's because I'm dead inside."
He snorted.
