182 Aftermath & A Stupid Idea [1]

It was a stupid idea, a very, very stupid idea. I can pass it off by saying that I was not in the right state of mind due to the stress and tiredness taking over me, but that will be me just making excuses. 

What's done is done, and no use crying over spilled milk. The most I can do is figure out how to clean that spilled milk, rather than worrying about what I should've done to keep it from happening. 

The gears in my mind were beginning to move again, and I started cooking up multiple ways to counter my loss. If the medical staff had changed my clothes, then one of the staff members must have it, if they were so kind as to not submit it to the academy. 

I was going through different possibilities and running simulations in my mind when I noticed Anya. She was still quiet. Then I stopped everything and took a deep breath. All those things can wait, first I have to clear up the other mess I made.