His mind registered a familiar sound as Sorv's eyes slowly opened and closed before remaining half lidded. His muddled brain struggled to place the sound as a green light began to flash someplace in the whiteness, the glow reflecting in the top of his visor.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i> Med.. bay..</i></span>Was all his brain managed to produce.<br/><br/>Another sensation in his lower abdomen registered in his thoughts, one of dull pain. The Quarian tried to move his body for what seemed like hours but to no avail.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i>I've... either been shot... or... I've just had sex... </i></span>Sorv tried to look around the white room through his visor but saw very little from the veiw.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i> I could... go either way... at this point.</i></span><br/><br/>Time seemed to drag on until the sound of a doorway being opened drew Sorv from his thoughts. His eyes took in the salarian face for a brief moment before pain seared into them. The Quarian's eyes shut in response and he kept them closed as the apparent doctor spoke. When he said the word Acheron, the events of the past few days slowly crept back.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i> Didn't have sex... one mystery solved.</i><br/>
</span><br/>The doctor, Beruut,  asked for his name. Sorv contemplated giving him a fake one for a few seconds before he asked again. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">Sssorrfff</span>." Was all he managed to say.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>