The bandage over Gladio's eye was a couple hours old but Carbuncle hadn't gotten used to it yet. He knew there was a large chance the injury would leave a terrible scar. But he was so thankful Gladio had intervened; Carbuncle fully believed the Shield had saved Noct's life. He intended to give Gladio a very good night's rest with a dream filled with all the food and books Gladio could ever want.
indeed, the pain from such a slash to his face had been unbearable once the adrenaline had weaned and the blood had been stopped. a couple of precautionary shots, a few blood tests, and a hearty meal later, and gladio rests on his bed at the citadel, dozing in and out of sleep. the prince had brought him a figurine of carbuncle for his nightstand, and while gladio finds the gesture sweet, it didn’t make much sense to him.
what he doesn’t think about, however, is the ease of which he falls asleep despite the pain and the medication, the sweetness of his dreams that night, and he doesn’t think about waking up feeling well rested. the small figurine is returned to the prince, and gladio finds himself facing this challenge with a renewed vigor and enthusiasm.
thanks, carbs.