Ezuri moaned softly as he woke up. His body was still aching. The last thing he remembered was some medical nin at the border of his vision and his opponent in the middle. He tried to move his hands to his eyes to take the bandage off of his eyes. It was pressed on too tight. His eyes felt wet, perhaps there was some cotton under the ban age that they wet every few hours to keep his eyes hydrated and get out the poison. Ezuri heard the faint noise of paper and turned his head to the side. he felt the presence of someone next to him. Turning his head took a lot of effort, his neck, toes and fingers where the only muscles he could move. His voice sounded raw and scratchy as he managed to say [b]"who"[/b] and started couching, he wished he could have some water.