Losing is never easy
Michael not only lost, he was obliterated. Stretched out upon the canvas mat, both eyes swollen, there was little else to do but watch the back of his eyelids during the final count. As he he heard the number three, two, and then one. It all faded to black. Back in the dressing room, he was revived enough to be fully examined. Definite signs of a concussion, along with a broken nose, double split lip and two black eyes still swollen, he listened to the encouragement from his trainer. That it was his best fight yet, on every sports channel even. If he could look incredulous, he would.
How on earth was this his best fight yet? It was supposed to be the super middleweight title fight and it didn't even last the whole fifteen rounds, only going for eight. On and on, the exam went, until he was stitched up, bandaged, and heavily medicated. By the time that Maggie and their parents were allowed inside and he was allowed to leave, Michael could not figure up from down. The doctor telling them not to let him sleep for many hours, he sat in the car and then at Maggie's place until he was allowed two Vicodin at three am.
He wondered what the morning would bring as the pain went away again and all his bandaging was inspected. The doctor didn't seem too happy despite the fact that he was allowed to go home and had ordered him to come to his private practice before noon.
Not used to the drugs, he actually giggle snorted when Maggie tucked him into the pull out bed in the living room, and promptly conked out.
ooc - well wishes can be sent in the form of text messaging and emails, which Michael is able to access.
How on earth was this his best fight yet? It was supposed to be the super middleweight title fight and it didn't even last the whole fifteen rounds, only going for eight. On and on, the exam went, until he was stitched up, bandaged, and heavily medicated. By the time that Maggie and their parents were allowed inside and he was allowed to leave, Michael could not figure up from down. The doctor telling them not to let him sleep for many hours, he sat in the car and then at Maggie's place until he was allowed two Vicodin at three am.
He wondered what the morning would bring as the pain went away again and all his bandaging was inspected. The doctor didn't seem too happy despite the fact that he was allowed to go home and had ordered him to come to his private practice before noon.
Not used to the drugs, he actually giggle snorted when Maggie tucked him into the pull out bed in the living room, and promptly conked out.
ooc - well wishes can be sent in the form of text messaging and emails, which Michael is able to access.