Chrys woke late in the morning. Despite suffering massove damage to his internal organs and rupturing his eardrums his body healed from it. Wasn't perfect, still had a slight ring if he heard loud noises, but at least he was concious. Closing his eyes he thought back to the event... He had failed. He failed to protect everyone... He clenched his fists, angrily. He would get stronger. He had to. Closing his eyes he let himself drift off to sleep, urging his body to heal.