No. It was ok. Viola doesn't really like the train, but the vet gave her something so she's a little drowsy anyway.

[ ugetsu might think that he's "fine" and "taken care of things" but with one look mars can tell that that isn't the case. the bruise blooming on his cheek looks worse than he imagined with the little ring cuts, and with one look at his unfocused gaze tells him that he might have a concussion. ]

Hey. [ he sets his bag down and kneels by ugetsu, lifting his hand to very gently touch his hair. he must have hit his head somewhere, and — there, he feels a bit of wetness, his brows knitting together when his fingers come away with a little smudge of red. ] You definitely understated how bad this was. I think — I think I should take you to the hospital. You look like you hit your head pretty bad.