He rolled out of bed and onto the floor with a thud about six hours later, his left shoulder screaming in agony as he grasped at an auto-syringe next to the bed, the only thing keeping him from screaming aloud was the fact he was in too much pain to scream. He desperately yanked the safety cap off the auto-syringe, and then jammed it into the shoulder, the painkiller taking an eternity to work, but the clock said not even a minute had passed before he was able to think again. It took about five minutes before the pain had receded enough to let him stand up, and he grabbed the second auto-syringe. It was not a prescription one, instead being one of his own making, not trusting anyone to make drugs for him other than his doses of Adderral, mostly cause he didn't want to deal with making meth near the minions. He correctly applied the second syringe, and in a minute he was moving about like nothing had happened.<br/><br/>He finished eating and showered, before heading back outside to get back to work on whatever he had been. He stopped at the exit, uneasy, trying to realize why had gone wrong. He vaguely remembered Wilding coming by, but after that it was a blank, which meant he had fallen deeper into the 'creation place,' as he called it, than he preferred to. That usually meant he would walk outside and find some horrid creation, half finished, or even worse fully finished, waiting for him, and he would have to destroy it. Instead, nothing seemed out of place, though a mostly finished spear of adamantine rested on a bench. It took him a moment to realize it was his creation, and another to put most of it together in his head. Teleport function, aerodynamic design for its primary purpose of being thrown, but it had a power source right behind the wickedly serrated spear head, and while it connected to the head, he couldn't figure out what it did for the life of him. The spear ALSO had a second, more normal head on the bench beside it, and a quick check showed the two heads were interchangeable.<br/><br/>He shrugged, before grabbing his coat and hat, and then slung the spear and extra head, before heading to the mess hall to see if Wilding was about. She would, no doubt, be delighted to get a better weapon.