Donovan's head began to spin. A low rumbling groan escaping his lips, a groan that barely hinted at the full and constant throbbing pain that he felt all over his body. His eyes were weary, and with what little effort he could he tried to make them open. As he tried he grew worried as the sight of red washed over his vision. Blood. The only explanation could be blood. If it was his own or a different person's was up in the air at this particular moment in time. He groaned once again, fully incapable of moving much, if not all of his limbs. Though he only partially tried. There was a long period of time that Donovan couldn't account for, but the only thing that he remembered were the sounds of...Well the sounds of a ship being hit by something, and then the sounds of falling.<br/><br/>Donovan ceased his thinking. It was hurting him, both mentally and physically and the only outcry he could make was with another painful groan. The thought had occurred to him to just remain there and pass out, however the knowledge that he would certainly die if he remained here was the only thing that kept his adrenaline pumping. He tried to open his eyes again, forcing his own will to keep them as open as he possibly could bear. He finally felt his limbs for the first time since he had awoken and he felt the ever constant pain and anguish from his right as he tried to use it. Fantastic, his right arm was broken. Not only was it his writing hand, but his main shooting hand as well. If anything came to attack him, surly he would be S.O.L for certain. He tried to move his legs, both of which responded but with more pain than he thought could be possible. He had some control over his legs and his left arm, that was good.<br/><br/>With whatever strength he could muster he began to crawl, slowly and carefully through the wreckage. If anything he wanted to get away from the blaring noises and the falling debris. He crawled, slinking his way through various pieces of destroyed and slagged ship. He tried his damnedest to speak, though the words didn't want to come out so he decided to save all of his power to keep breathing. It took him forever to move to some sort of clearing, the blood beginning to pool around his face, it was more than obvious now that it was his own blood that had become a hindrance to him. He coughed a little, trying to naturally dull the pain. "Help! Anyone...Hel...!" He said finally collapsing upon the now stained grass, his eyes closing tightly and his breath beginning to slow.