It wasn't until the afternoon sun filtered through the curtain that Neville finally dragged himself out of bed from sleep. His light brain displayed 1:47 PM. It seemed that he had slept through breakfast and lunch.
Neville stretched, extending his arms above his head until his joints popped satisfyingly. He rolled his shoulders, twisted his torso left then right, and found—nothing. No ache. No residual soreness from yesterday's bruises.
He sat up and ran his hands down his arms, pressing experimentally at different spots. There was a little discomfort still, but it was fine. His regenerative ability had outdone itself this time.
Well, that's one less thing to worry about, Neville thought, swinging his legs off the bed. His toes curled against the cool floor. Though sleeping for nearly fifteen hours straight is probably not what the doctor meant by 'rest and recover.'
Since today marked another day off, Neville had the entire day free. A thought passed through Neville's mind.
