With the morning, everyone in the guild seemed in better spirits. People would be able to see Alzack today and others would be looking for who injured him. Bisca had emerged from infirmary many times. She would go in with one thing, one example being a food tray, and come out with the same in a different manner. She had been able to talk a bit with some others but was helping Porlyusica almost all day. Bisca had said that Alzack had been asleep almost all morning and was extremely tired but seemed to glow with a relieved radiance when he heard people were looking for who hurt him. According to his partner, the sharpshooter was ecstatic he'd be able to see people.
And after lunch people began to go to visit him. Some went and saw him while he slept, just to be able to say they went to make sure he was, in fact, okay and others went while he was awake. The later were some of his closer comrades which included a few like Jet, Droy and a few others.
Team Natsu went in pairs. Erza and Lucy and Natsu and Gray. When Lucy and Erza went in, Bisca was combing through Alzack's hair with her fingers. The boy was covered with the white infirmary blanket from his waist down and wrapped with bandages from his ribs up to just below his collar bone. When the pair noticed the visiting girls, they smiled, Alzack tiredly and Bisca thankfully.
"Glad to see you're finally awake, Alzack." Erza said with a smile on her face.
"Yeah, how are you feeling?" Lucy added.
Alzack smiled.
"I'm feeling okay. Kind of tired but I'm okay."
Erza and Lucy returned the smile. The wizards talked for a bit about little things, how worried everyone was, how Alzack would be up in a day or so and how he should get plenty of rest. After a few more visits, Porlyusica, Bisca and Alzack were the only two left in the room. Bisca was at a near by book shelf looking for something to read while Porlyusica looked over Alzack once more before she retired for the evening. When everything seems kosher with her check, heart rate, blood pressure and how Alzack's wound was healing, the healer left for her temporary room. Bisca returned to her place next to Alzack, who was now settled into his pillows and blankets, fighting his eyes to stay open.
"Alzack, you should rest. You need it." Bisca coaxed.
Tiredly, the sharpshooter's partner shook his head.
"I'm fineā¦" he said.
Bisca sighed, put her hand on Alzack's head and slowly began to brush his hair. The boy made a sort of purring sound which only encouraged Bisca more.
"Sleep, Alzack."
And as if he gave into her, as he normally seemed to, Alzack mumbled a nearly incoherent agreement before fading of the sleep.
