[center][color=Moccasin][b][h2]Reese Kestrel[/h2][/b][/color]
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[color=Moccasin][sub]Mountainous Training Area — Base Camp[/sub][/color][/center]

[indent][color=Gray]An awakening riddled with excruciating pain was the only proof of the existence that Reese still occupied. There was a weight heavier than the trample of a titan upon his body, his limbs protesting with each and every attempted motion. Only the boy's left eyelid raised upon command, struggling to see through the blurriness of his vision as he could make out the bearings of a tent. It was a battle in itself to adjust the position of his head in the slightest, and the episodes of vertigo were certainly not helping. Gritting his teeth, the boy strained his neck in order to raise his head to further scan his surroundings, his body beginning to shake from the asserted pressure.

[b]"Stay down,"[/b] a shadow urged from outside of his view, hastily approaching from the right and setting Reese's head back against the cushion. The boy only produced a low croak in response, the discomfort overwhelming for him. [b]"Don't try to move or speak much, you'll worsen those injuries."[/b]

Reese thought hard about the events that had occurred, but not a single memory would come to him. He had no recollection of the events beyond spotting the avalanche on the mountain, and firing the red flare to signal its danger. His left eye surveyed the bandages tightly wrapped around a portion of his body, noting the pile of older ones stained with dried blood. [b]"We're at base camp. You got caught up right in that avalanche; it was a huge mess, but at least your squad pulled through."[/b]

Hearing that the others had survived the ordeal relieved the boy, lightly nodding as Reese's vision was clearing up only slightly. [b]"We bandaged those ordinary wounds of yours up. You've got a concussion, but so far, the glaring problem is that dislocated knee of yours."[/b]

Cursing in his mind, Reese felt a sharp pain as he took a deep breath, mustering enough strength to speak.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"Time,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]the boy could only make out.

[b]"Month, maybe a month and a half. You'll need a crutch for the time being,"[/b] the medic answered, placing a hand on Reese's arm. [b]"It hasn't been too long since you've got here; I have to check for any other potentially worse injuries, rest up for the time being."[/b][/color][/indent]