When an hour or two has passed, the doctor finally kicked Tommy out from the room. The boy grumbled heavily, but the infirmary doctor paid no heed as he focused his attention to the wounded boy.
"You won't be able to go to school with that kind of wound," the infirmary doctor reminded him. "Rest for a few days and you will be better in no time."
"Thank you," Jay was not really concerned about the school. He could easily catch up with the lesson with no trouble. At most, he would fall back a few ranks behind the current one, but still able to catch up at most of them.
Struggling to stand up, his eyes were now filled with resolution. He was not going to watch from the sideline anymore. Although he was weaker, the weak have their own way to survive in this world and that was what he was going to do.
The infirmary doctor didn't help Jay as he watched from the side, "Be careful, your enemy is not only one."
