Since the dramatic 'you were gone and I didn't know where you went off too' situation was dealt with, life with his roommate was little more peaceful. Mark wasn't exactly buddies with Alexander, but it didn't feel so awkward being in the same room as Alexander now. It was like a gigantic weight was lifted off of his chest once the emotions he had swirling around him were done with... although Mark still had some bad habits to take care of, like keeping people at a distance so much. He caught himself doing little things, like declining many invitations out or refraining from sharing more about himself.
The good news about last week's game was that his team won! He managed to exert himself enough to where he shot the ball to get the last few points that they needed. The bad news was that this literally cost him a leg, or more specifically, his foot. He broke it when he was carrying that ball the last stretch, and while making the shot, also fell down, and someone else accidentally ended up twisting it, and all his yelling wasn't just because he was happy about winning the game.
The game took place on a break, so thankfully he didn't miss any days of class when he was getting his foot checked out. That included a cast, full of signatures from teammates as soon as he slapped the thing on. He was thankful that the scholarship paid for school health insurance... but crutches were still a pain. Thank god for elevators-- although when classes were starting up again in the buildings that lacked them, it'd be a challenge maneuvering up and down them. From the elevator in the dorm building to managed to hobble all the way back to his own dorm, and got to the bed, roughly setting himself on it from how unused he was to using the things.
