Ferrice had been knocked out cold, the impact throwing him hard against the wall, and he now lay motionless among his belongings. It was long after the others had awoken or other wise left their rooms that he finally started to rouse. His eyes opened, hazy and narowed, and that was when he realized the pain in his shoulder. He drew breath and screamed, rolling and curling into a ball, afraid that it had been broken. A good inspection would have revealed it was only dislocated, but it hurt all the same, and to make matters worse, it was his right arm.<br/><br/>He calmed himself, got his breathing under control, and slowly found his footing, holding his, for now useless, arm. He ached all over, his ankle and back in particular, moving his neck at all making him gasp in pain. He had always been fragile, but aside from his dislocated shoulder, all the other injuries were just simple aches and pains. They would go in time.<br/><br/>Almost blindly, he reached ahead to feel his way through the near-darkness, finding his door an inch open. Every few seconds, it would automatically attempt to open, moving an inch or so and grinding, zipping back again. He watched the damaged door warily, and with his good arm, reached for the manuel release, which forced the broken door too far and a shower of sparks erupted forth, leaving the door immovable, but open slightly more. He doubted he could fit, but he could get his head and one arm through.<br/><br/>He was starting to panic a little, and when he called through the gap, his voice was high with that panic. "Hello? Hello! Is anyone else here?"