Just then, Robert awoke to a throbbing pain in his face. He didn't get up but brought his hand up. There was a warm liquid on his face and his nose felt weird. He sat up, dizzy, disoriented, and anguished. "My face! My face!" he screamed. His nose was broken! His face was broken! He was going to be ugly for the rest of his life.

Wait! Where was he?! He looked at the two people, then around. Stood up. Sank back down on the bench. "My nose is broken!" Fresh blood was spilling over his uniform.