I pick up my letter and stare at it.

'You can read that while I fix you up, ' Chopper states firmly, hopping up on the stool beside me. I glance over at Hachi in the cot. 'He 's stable. I need to rewrap your wrists and fix your neck and face. Is there anything else I need to worry about? ' he asks.

'I got conked on the head and kicked in the ribs, ' I supply, flicking open my pen knife and using it to open the envelope. 'Nothing is broken rib wise, I think it 's just bruised. The guy kicked like a little bitch. ' Inside is a letter, and a smaller second envelope I resolve to check after. 'You 're not gonna peek at my mail, right? ' I ask, not taking the letter out.

Chopper scoffs. 'I understand privacy, Ed, ' he says snootily. 'Give me your wrist. ' I roll my eyes and hand it over.