After far too little sleep, Fitz woke up to find his whole body stiff and sore. His muscles still ached from the exertion of the swim and the climb. He slowly eased himself out of his bunk and onto the floor, then caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror mounted to his open locker door.
He was a mess. His hands were scraped raw, and every inch of him was covered in bruises. He even had an abrasion over his eyebrow. He had no idea how he had gotten that. Probably falling down that chute.
Luckily Imhof and Stucki weren"t there, so he didn"t have to explain anything. Their bunks were still neatly made from the day before, never slept in. He wondered where they had crashed after the party. Or if the party was still somehow raging on into morning.
Wyss was sleeping at the desk, head
