[It's alright ^ ^]<br/><br/>Oren didn't answer her last question, eager to get out of the presence of shadowhunters. He scooted a little to the edge of the bed and prepared to stand up, sliding off. His feet hit the ground and he stood straight for a couple seconds before started to wobble, and from there on out it was all down hill. Literally. Pain lanced through his side and his knees buckled, hitting the ground seconds before his hands. The fall further jarred him and he gasped as his vision swam, white noise drowning out everything around him. The simple act of trying to keep himself balanced had proven too much for the new wound and had driven him to the ground.<br/><br/>Oren stayed hunched over on his hands and knees for a couple seconds, trying to figure out how to get air past the invisible beast squeezing his middle. Each laboured breath thundered in his ears and he could feel his heartbeat in the sting of his hands and knees. The suddenness of his new position had confused him. He'd never not been able to stand before, not due to injury anyway. Faery wine yes, but pain had never brought him to his knees.<br/><br/>With uncoordinated, almost frantic movements Oren scrambled backwards, letting out a huff as his back hit the bed frame and forced the hard won air out of his body with another pulse of pain. His hands grabbed for the bottom of his shirt, taking a few seconds longer than he wanted to to grip the hem and pull it up. He expected to see blood pouring out of his side, a huge gaping hole splitting him open as his life blood gushed out in rivers to stain the pale floor beneath him. But there was... nothing. the bandages stayed pristinely unmarred under his gaze and searching, shaking fingers. There was no blood, no hole to display his gleaming bones and bloody soul. Just... white. Oren couldn't really understand, his brain unable to place the source of his pain nestled under perfect pale bandages.