Summary
He carefully sits up, grunting and holding a hand to his pounding head. He can't feel any bumps, and his skin doesn't feel sore. It's more… inside his head, but not quite a headache. It's a bit like when your stomach is so empty that it starts to hurt. Speaking of, when was the last time he ate? Thinking about it, he can't remember… anything. Where he is, who he is… It's all blank