Stanley woke up early the next morning, surprisingly on his own. His brother wasn't at the door, asking him to wake up like he always did.
Stanley got ready to go train and went to his brother's quarters to wake him up. A very drowsy Bradley which had junk all over his eyes woke up.
"Huh? Oh, is it time to go train?" he asked.
Stanley looked at his brother's arm and shook his head. "Actually, I think you should go back to sleep. You can't move that arm as well, can you?" he asked.
"No, it stings a lot when I try to move it around," Bradley explained. "I really do have to rest."
"Alright, I'll see you later then," Stanley said and walked away. He looked at his own arm as he left. He was bandaged up as well, but he couldn't feel anything.
"What am I supposed to do now that I am awake?" he wondered.
He didn't think he could go back to sleep, and at the same time, he didn't think he could go train either.
