"God this sucks."

"Who's that?"

"...who's who?"

"'God'."

"I don't know." He's used that word a lot, actually, not that he thinks about it, and he has no idea what it refers to? Or whom?

He hates it here.

Also: fucking ow.

Morgyn grabs a small vial with a blue potion from their coat and a blue glowing crystal with runes etched onto it. "This will invigorate you," they say, giving Peter the potion, "but not for very long. And this," the crystal, "is the Glimmerstone. It will let you come straight to the Realm of Magic from wherever you are and back. It needs recharging after being used, though. Just hold onto it."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks." Rock goes in pocket, potion gets uncorked and chugged.

It doesn't help with the pain at all, but it does make him feel like he can walk again.

"I'd recommend rest and no strenuous exercises for twenty-four hours."

"Oh... okay."

He thinks he's not going to class today, actually.

"You can feel free to use our quarters to rest, if you wish."

"I think I wanna go home."

In fact, he wants to go home so badly he doesn't want to be awake f—

He's back at the frat house.

Bedroom. Carry him to his bedroom.

He's in his bedroom.

Doyoon's there, too, walking in after him. "Peter? You look like shit."

"I feel like shit," he says, flopping onto the bed.

"What happened? Are you ill?"

"I'm a spellcaster."

"Oh wicked! I didn't know!"

"—no I mean I just became one. And becoming a spellcaster apparently hurts like hell." What's 'hell'? There's another word he doesn't know the meaning of.

"Oh. That sucks. Hey do some magic for me."

"I don't know how yet. Hey Doyoon, do you wanna bring me some lunch in bed?"

"No, why?"

"Because I feel really bad and I don't think I can walk to the kitchen. Please? Or just some cereal, that's fine, too."