<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/Shirtless-Spain-hetalia-spain-25906801-700-700.jpg)</div><strong>NPC:</strong>Rennet<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Whoever's around.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The elf stirred, dimly aware of life. His body ached with the pain which his injuries brought. His mind was at first still mostly unconscious, but it slowly came back. He recalled the fall, then nothing. That at least explained the pain. He was now aware of the familiar rocking of the ship. He was glad he was used to it and it was even a comfort. Like a mother rocking her infant. Otherwise he might've been made sick by it, he felt kind if sick anyway just from the pain.<br/><br/>He didn't try to open his eyes right off, instead he struggled to regain himself. To think. To recall exactly what had happened. He could, but once the fall came it was all black nothingness. He thought he felt bandages on, it seemed the Doc had perhaps patched him up.<br/><br/>Finally he risked opening his eyes only find himself in familiar settings. The dimly lit bunk below deck. At least be was still where he was suppose to be. He listened for sounds of others around, he thought he heard people. But even with his sensitive ears, it was difficult to pick anything up. There was still a lost and a ringing within them. No doubt a result from his head injury. "Hello?" He called out softly, not risking sitting up yet.