I woke up at about 2 p.m. feeling great. Well as great as you can feel with a broken wrist, a bruised rib, and a Swiss cheese back. I was down in bed in a room with a couple dozen beds. I saw the only other guy in here, Steve. He was a big hulking guy with short close cropped brown hair. He wore a light blue shirt and jeans. He was sitting up screwing around with nuts, bolts, and the metal they use here that's apparently called 'Celestial Bronze.'

He looked over at me. "You're up!" He was way too excited to see me. "It gets quiet when the guy who never stops talking is sleeping."

"I'm awake, OK. What do you do for fun around here besides screw with screws?" I asked since I just sat here talking and I wanted to go do something. ADHD is flaring up.

I looked down at my wrist. The cast was still there. I got angry at it, but it didn't hurt. Still this whole time I was going through a living Hell. The kind that is unexplainable. It was agony.

I had an itch under the cast.

"We just do whatever to pass the time." He put simply.

I was still curious as to how this place worked. "Hey if I stay, do I get a spear like Will's, or do I have to kill another Cyclops until one drops?"

"Dude," He sounded surprise, "You can get one from me and my brothers. We'll make you a spear, or a shield, or whatever you want."

"What's it cost?"

"Normally 10-20 Drachma, When I get out of here I'll get you a good deal." He assured.

"When we get out?"

"You probably soon, you didn't get hurt too bad." Seemed pretty bad to me. "Me, I get out when I can do 4th Grade Math."

"You're screwed then." I joked.

The only door in here opened. I saw a familiar face. Paige came in with a glass of orange juice and some of those fancy brownies she was talking about. And over her forearm was an orange shirt. I sat up for breakfast. "Medicine time." She said as she set the glass next, and then laid the small plate on my lap. "How's the back?"

I hadn't checked. "I hadn't checked."

I sat at the edge of my cot. I had forgotten I wasn't wearing a shirt. She began to unwrap the bandages around my back. "Clean." She stated simply.

"Nothing?" I asked.

"Yep." She handed me some little brownie shaped things. "Eat two squares and only a sip of Nectar."

I could only assume that the orange juice was Nectar. I popped each little square in my mouth at a time. It tasted like the gumbo I made for the kids on the weekend when Mary was at her spare job. I took one sip from the 'Nectar'. It tasted like the homemade hot chocolate Mary made in the winter.

She pushed on the side of my rib cage roughly. "Hurt?" She asked.

"No, but you're way too strong for a girl." I had enough pressure to hurt my breathing.

She punched me in the shoulder. "Girls are just as strong as guys here." She laid a shirt on the end of the cot, and pulled a piece of paper from under it. She walked over to Steve and gave him the paper. "You get eight right you can play capture the flag tomorrow."

"I've been practicing." She pulled a pen from her pocket and threw it to him.

He held it a good distance away from him when he clicked it.

"It's not that pen." She corrected.

"You've made that mistake before, but your brother in here overnight." That was impressive the way their magic snack foods healed.

She walked over to my bed and to my casted arm. She looked at it. Then she violently slammed it into the table next to the cot.

"Ow," I complained.

"Did it really hurt?" She asked rhetorically.

I was confused, "No."

She started to walk back towards Steve. "We'll soak it later, than."

"Done," He said half way out of bed.

Paige began to look it over. After about thirty seconds she set it down on the end of my cot. She smiled. "Eight out of ten."

Steve leapt out of bed with his hunk of bronze. "I'm gonna kick those two in the teeth." He ran out the door without the slightest idea he wasn't wearing pants.

I picked up the paper. Three times nine was definitely not fifteen. "Half these are wrong." I stated.

"Yea but he'll be excited to be able to fight."