The pain was dulled for now, the craze subsided for the current moment. Who was to say it wouldn't come back? Hopefully, it would stay away for some time, leaving Cass to clean up his broken and torn life. He was attacked, coming back to happiness with his father's arrival, but then torn from it again with his later disappearance. His emotions were thrown back and forth, left and right, and every other direction in between. At this moment, his life looked like a roller coaster gone so very wrong.
The hybrid lay in his bed, slightly stained with the blood from his bandages, in his small sized loft. Gadget was sleeping quietly in the corner, in a shaded space under the window where the sun shined through - albeit dimly. His purple eyes stared into the ceiling sadly, his body unmoving. He didn't want to move not because it was painful, but there was nothing else he could do. He was useless, unable to do any good work or do his job. He was. sadly enough, out of commission for a while. A good while. His white shirt covered his bandages and his shorts remained on as well. His goggles adorned his head once more although his hair still needed to be cut.
He did not get any visitors, probably because no one wanted him to rage at them, or maybe because of the metallic smell of blood that stayed in his room. Or because he didn't have any friends in the first place. Cotl hardly counted since that guy was crazy as fuck. But as of recently, so was Cass. The Southerner sighed deeply. It was going to be a long couple of months (or maybe a year) until his wounds healed and he was back on track. For now. he was bored as hell and in some mighty pain.