So much had been happening of late, all events of which managed to open Gajeel's eyes to the dangers that had passed and still remained. Fairy Tail were often left to deal with things other's couldn't, though the most recent of the perilous outings had left many of the guild members injured - Gajeel being among some of the worst. The metal-headed Dragon Slayer was sat at the very end of his recovery bed, bandages covering a large amount of his body.
Gajeel heaved a gentle sigh, eventually grimacing slightly from the pain the lifting of his rib cage caused. He hated being in such a state, it was pitiful - weak. Even in such a laid back guild, it was embarrassing to be seen in such a poor and cut up state. Especially when he had a reputation to uphold. That being said maybe wasting his time on inept thoughts of weakness wasn't the best way to spend his recovery.
"Tch'!" The male spat, hands rolling into tightly curled fists as he recollected the past events - replaying how his life was saved by his closest friend. What a moron. She should never have endangered herself, just to save him.