I stayed in bed for a long time after that. Partly it was because I was trying to recuperate from the battle: none of us had slept in nearly three days beforehand, and we were all wounded in small ways. Cuts and scrapes and bruises, and on top of that for me, muscles that ached from electrocution. But it was more than just the physical injuries keeping me down. Every time I was conscious, and sometimes even in my dreams, I couldn't stop thinking about my friends and how they'd been taken from me.