[b]"That was a good trip."[/b]

Is what he wanted to say. But Rygar didn't really get a chance to say anything after the Unicorn tore his arm off. All he could remember was the pain, a lot of screaming, and than blacking out. He went back and forth between the realms of conscience and dead once they hit the airship, but Rygar didn't know if he had passed, failed, or died. By the time he could sustain a thought longer than five seconds, he could feel a mask tightening over his face and being pushed on a gurney. He could feel anything past his neck, and wondered if he had become a severed head. He's laugh if his body wasn't so numb.

It felt like hours since he's been laid to rest. Everything was just sort of a blur, like if he had taken some morphine. It was a blur of people walking in and out of his room, some people touching his arm stump, some people coming in and changing his bedpan, that sort of thing. He would sometimes make a noise or move his head, but otherwise he didn't do much. It was kind of boring.

Sometime later, Rygar didn't really know for certain, he was able to sustain his thoughts better. He could even sit up, though he had a hard time of it. Probably because he didn't have his right arm to support him. [b]"What the shit..."[/b] Rygar just laid back down onto his bed and tried to test out the other parts of his body. He could weakly lift up his other arm enough to get it on the hand rail, wiggle his toes too. After much struggling, he managed to throw his hand onto the TV remote. He turned on the television and flipped through some channels before he came upon a show where Arrun was announcing the events of the test. The volume was too low for him to hear through, so just kept kept watching. He saw his team standing on the stage, but he wasn't there. [b]"Did I not make it?"[/b] He spoke softly. It wouldn't surprise him, but... It was still a bit sad.