Jibril rests a short nap while her body aches and muscles constrict tightly. Hard to think while being in so much pain, the oxidation of her cells releasing lactic acid, body senses the burning sensation and shake Jibril awake.
Jibril awakens to find that Shimbala holding up a sock and a bar of soap in her hands. As soon as Shimbala sees her wake up, quickly hides the sock and bar behind her.
Jibril groggily asked: "Are they here yet?" Shimbala chuckled nervously, "Yeah. The civvie is one the way."
Jibril sees Shimbala hiding something from her: "Were you just about to flog me with that sock?"
"What!? No!" Shimbala says, unconvincingly, "I would NEVER, not in a million years!"
"Nice try" Jibril says flipping to the side of the cot and cringes the moment her injured foot touched the concrete floor.
"Still tender?" Shimbala asked.
"Why did you have so many trap!?"
"Kane's idea" Shimbala replied, "Says the more dangerous the training, Hell will seem like a picnic when we go to war."
"Isn't that a bit extreme?" Jibril asks, "What if more people like me get hurt or even killed?"
"That's why we have healers and medics" Shimbala responses candidly, "Our way works very well, weeds out the weak from the strong, tests one's resolve. If someone does, not saying it won't happen but, if they do get hurt bad enough they could die, we send Kane to see them."
"I'm starting to get why Kane looks so exhausted" Jibril states, "You people rely too much on him."
"Hard not to, the man has all the plans" Shimbala shrugged, "Anyway, I took care of the gear and ammo."
"Good to know" Jibril leans forward on her sitting pose and locks her fingers. "Are we good?"
Shimbala looks to Draco who had his back to Jibril, looks like he's asleep until Shimbala said something.
"I dunno, what do you think, Draco?" Shimbala directs, "Think Jibril deserves a second chance?"
Draco was quiet for several minutes before sighing deeply. He raise two fingers over his shoulders, Jibril stared at them when he wiggles them. Shimbala giggles, seems she understood what that gesture means.
"What?" Jibril says utterly confused by Draco's response.
"You've earned a second chance, but tradition dictates that two people reforming a broken bond have to share a drink." Shimbala answers, she picks Jibril up. Jibril cries out in pain by the enthusiastic Dark Elf. "That means you're buying!"
"Wha- wait a minute" Jibril objects.
"What?"
"So all I had to do was buy him drinks?"
Draco rolls onto his back and shoots Jibril a smile, Shimbala shows her a similar smile. Jibril throws her hands up to cover her face. "You've gotta be kidding me!!" She shouts, voice muffled by her hands.
"Hey, we had to punish both of you. Draco brought you into the group, so he's just as much responsible for your actions." Shimbala, "Just glad to put this shit behind us, I reckon the mage shou-"
"Someone called for a healer?" A voice calls out.
Red-Eye enters the infirmary and sees the trio, he smiled when he sees Jibril. He wore the same white toga held together by the red sash but he carried a duffle bag. Red-Eye drops the bag on the ground and walks on over to Jibril.
"Hey!" He says, "You okay?"
"Yeah, just raced against Draco" Jibril answered.
"Yeah!?" Randy says excited to hear.
"Yeah, both of them ran the Crucible and came out a Draw" Shimbala snickered, "You should have seen it, both of them were going at it hard! She had the lead half way through the course then got stuck in the gauntlets. It was hilarious!"
"Awwww, man!" Randy says, warming up his hands until they glowed white. "I remember going through it my first time ..."
"Yeah" Shimbala chuckled, "you fell in every trap and broken so many bones. I wondered how you were dragging yourself out of it."
"Comes with being a healer" Randy answers, he directs himself to Jibril: "Should be done in a second."