[color=ed145b][b]NICO LEHMANN[/b][/color]

His body was weird. Or, rather, his body was in a weird position. The first thought that came to Nico's mind was that he had somehow died and this was the afterlife, where bodies flopped around in weird positions and grating noises shattered against his eardrums. 

He groaned, as much to express his pain as to check whether he could still make noise. His entire body felt like someone had run a steamroller over it, but had somehow failed to flatten him completely. Breathing hurt a little. When he tried opening his eyes, Nico had the pleasure of finding out that light could hurt and he quickly squeezed his eyes shut again, waiting for his body to sort itself out after being hit by a--

then he remembered.

An explosion. The trial. 

The sudden panic made him cry out in pain as his aching muscles tried to kick back into overdrive even when they were in no condition to do so. But at least it somewhat woke him up further.

He tried opening his eyes again and was relieved to see colors and not just spots of light all over his vision.

But everything was blurry, like the colors were trying to bleed into each other with the lack of fine lines to hold them in place. Glasses. He didn't have his glasses.

A slight movement finally keyed him in to the fact that someone was carrying him and that his weird position was the result of being slung over someone's shoulder. Nico groaned again, trying to ask what was going on, but the finer aspects of civilized humanity were the slowest in returning, so he settled for some caveman noises instead, hoping the person carrying him would notice.

[@Riffus Maximus]