By then, Pansear had cuddled as close as he could to his trainer, burying his face into Chili's shirt. Chili continued to look ashamed of himself and his current state, leading one to believe that he must have either done something bad, or something stupid.

"Uhmm, about that," he began, fiddling idly with the bandage that peeked out from the neck of his T-shirt. "I kinda got in a fight! I don't know what else to say about it that you can't gather for yourself just by looking at me, but I sorta fell unconscious somehow. Long story, haha!"

Pansear looked up at Chili and gave him a scowl. This wasn't the sort of thing he wanted to hear.