Treatment of Marcus’ concussion had taken some time. One of the staff had a semblance that let her slowly ‘move’ injuries at the cost of making them worse. Thus instead of a scrambled brain Marcus now sported a thoroughly battered arm that he had to get treated for. As for his broken trio of ribs, there was nothing that could reasonably be done about those other than a little something to take the pain away. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to sneeze, it hurt to breathe too deeply.
The school staff had been kind enough to give him a work packet for what he assumed was elementary basics. At least, from a brief glance through the maths was so easy that he couldn’t imagine it was anything else. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he was simply good at maths, then the sneer on his father’s face appeared in his mind. No, it was impossible he was good at something. The problems he encountered perfecting Unsubtle ranged from mapping stress and strain effects to compensating for the Corioliseffect caused by Remnant’s rotation in space, and obviously if Marcus could do those anyone could.
The history material was slightly more complex and would require some study. It was not his strong suit though he enjoyed the stories of the exploits of past heroes and generals.
He would have continued to rifle through the paperwork some more but by then he had reached the cafeteria. Well, it could wait until he had something to eat. To his suprise the door opened for him as Diamond stepped out.
“Oh hello. Lunch is done already?” he asked.