Hours passed being completely unconscious and unaware of the others anger in his performance but, boy, once the medication died down and he woke up he FELT it. It hurt like a biiitchhh feeling his insides aching. “ughhhh” he slowly came to, seeing he was in a big white room with a bunch of shit strapped to him. “shit son...the fuck...” he mumbled unable to really do much.
He did gather the fact he was in a hospital bed and he was being taken care of...Which was surprising to him since the last thing he remembers is getting sliced up by a vicious alien monster that would of surely killed him, if he didn’t use his bomb on it blowing it to bits. Somehow he managed to send a distress beckon before passing out.
Ugh whatever he was here now and might be here for a long while...how long was he out? hours? days? weeks? Who knows...