Vi

Vi was shadow boxing. Getting back into training properly, like she knew she should, was still eluding her, but this much at least she'd been able to keep up with.

She paused, rolling her shoulders and swinging her arms. She was stiffer than she'd like. Not that it was a surprise. Everything was either overworked or underworked, she she still hadn't adjusted to the beds here, in all she'd be more surprised if she wasn't stiff as a board. Just about the only positive was that her last few lingering bruises had faded to that final dull, ugly brown.

Her stomach growled and she rolled her shoulders one final time as she brought her fists up. Five more minutes and she'd go find breakfast.

So, naturally, during those five minutes, she overextended her left arm, something twinged in her bad shoulder, and just like that, her entire torso was on fire as her back spasmed.

"Shit." She bit out the curse. Doubling over and biting down on the back of a handwrap to muffle the noise she made, she tried to ride it out.

As least it wasn't also dislocated this time. Fixing that sucked so much.

[Open to the roomie if she's around.]