What was this? It felt like he was floating in water, being carried along by the waves of a gentle river. A quiet moan escapes his lips, and he barely opens his eyes, his face up to the sky, feeling raindrops falling on his cheeks. In his blurred vision, he sees a face. A man's face, with black hair. So that was it...he was being carried...that made more sense...but why? Why would this stranger help him? It was...a mystery...with this last thought, his eyes close once again, and he was succumbed to the blackness once more. However, for some reason, he could still slightly feel what was happening to him on the outside. Like the fact that after a moment, no rain fell on him, the sound of footsteps moving down a hallway, a door opening, and then his body being lain on something soft.<br/><br/>Then, his clothes were removed, and a soft touch was felt, his wounds being dealt with, cleaned and bandaged. A finger ran across his collar bone, where a star inside a circle could be seen. A mumbled word, sounding like 'interesting' could be heard, but soon enough, for some reason, the stranger covered that too. Finishing with the gash across his forehead, clean clothing, some kind of long shirt, was put on him, and he was covered with soft sheets. It was hard to hold on to this subconscious any longer, and the last thing he heard was the footsteps moving away, and the door closing.