Cain watched his fraternity member, an unhappy crease on his forehead. Xuan sat on the clinic bed, his left leg heavily bandaged. In front of his president and vice president, he put on a brave face, but Cain was still worried he was in great pain.
"Are you sure you will be okay?" He asked his good friend.
Xuan forced a grin, hoping it did not appear fake, and scratched his dreadlocks. "I'm fine, Cain. The healer said I should be back to normal by the end of the day."
"So, you won't be joining the team in the surfball match?" Mito didn't mean to be insensitive, but he had to address the elephant in the room, because everyone else seemed to be avoiding it.
