The Walking Wounded (open)
There weren't many places on Dex's body that didn't hurt. The fight had been a long and brutal one, but in the end Dex had won and had two thousand dollars for his efforts. He had taken a beating in the process and he was sure that he had some broken ribs and some broken fingers, but they were injuries he was quite familiar with. The gash on his head had stopped bleeding by the time he returned home, but the water from the shower had reopened it a bit. Thankfully Dex had discovered that super glue would seal a wound.

The heat of the shower had helped take some of the pain away for a little bit, but it returned not long after he stepped out. Bruises were already starting to form all over his body, but like everything else they would go away with time. He was used to various parts of his body being bruised and beat up. He wrapped a towel around his waist, stepped out of the bathroom and headed for his room. All he wanted to do was lay down on his bed and not move for a day or two.