[i]“Dactrin… Meet Tychus… Don’t bother being worried about him, this happens more often than you think…”[/i] Tychus heard off in the ether, blackness surrounding him as far as he could see. He was delirious and unconscious, though it had happened enough for him to be aware of it, and that the voice was close by. A dull pain began to spread through his leg around the wound, meaning someone was touching the general area, probably Tris. She had a habit of wanting to be his little helper in most situations. Today would be no different, it seemed. Moments passed by and soon enough the pain in his leg had dulled to something reminiscent of a fracture. Tichondrius could deal with that. It usually took a lot more than that to keep him down. He did make it across campus with a hunk of leg missing after all.

The return to consciousness was incremental, first a glaring white light, then after what must have been no more than a minute or so, the white paneled ceiling he was used to waking up to. A ground seeped out of his throat, his damaged vocal cords making a soft scratchy squeak like a broken squeaky toy. He brought a hand to his head, rubbing his temple as he used the other hand to prop himself up, the room slowly coming into focus. Tychus was familiar with both of the faces in the room, though the boy was only familiar in face, not in name. While keeping himself propped up on his right arm, he signed to Tris, knowing well that the boy wouldn't understand him. "You know I'm not fond of people seeing me like this." He signed, glancing down at his partially healed wound with a frown, "and your writing needs some work. Unless you meant to write; [i]Bird, Fear, Stamina, Strength[/i]."

Tychus adjusted himself slowly, taking his sweater and sliding it back on once he was fully erect. The blood he had used to write on his chest was dry by now, not that he couldn't get blood out of his clothes. By now he was rather good at that. He [i]would[/i] have to sew a new set of pants though. That'd be a pain in the ass. Tychus stored that away now, being reminded of the other guy's presence when he gave a glance around the room for Jin. Tychus slid off of the bed, landing unsteadily on his feet, bracing himself with his arm. He dropped down to a knee and scoped Jin up, standing up slowly and planting his backside onto the bed once he was up again. "Why is he here anyway?" Tichondrius signed at Tris, "I'm not doing any tutoring yet." While Tychus signed, his sword shimmered softly, a faint glow emanating from between where the scabbard and the hilt met, armour plating forming around his injured leg, the armour going from his knee down to his foot to give him the most protection. Tychus offered no explanation to the new comer, nor did he noticed the action. Jin had always looked out for him and this was nothing out of the ordinary.