Everything hurt. It was hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to think.

There was the painfully familiar smell of mouthwash to his right, Swansea, accompanied by the strange faint smell of sweat to his left, Jimmy. For some reason, the mechanic was still holding the axe, was he still mad at him and Jimmy for spiking his drink?

He had to focus on breathing.

Anya was dead, that was certain and now he was dying too. Daisuke did not want to die, despite how much his sides hurt, or how much his legs ached, and bled. He could barely pay attention to Jimmy and Swansea's conversation above him, the blood loss was making his head spin.

"Close your eyes, Daisuke."

He looked over at Swansea, breathing raspily as he held his stomach, hoping to stop the bleeding. What was he doing? What was happening? He should listen, shouldn't he?

Daisuke closed his eyes.

It hurt for a brief moment, agonizing pain had come out of nowhere, his skull feeling like it had been split in half, then...

... he woke up, breathing heavily and clutching his sides. Daisuke looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. The ship looked normal, he was on his bed with no injuries to be found. There was no foam, no exposed wires, nothing.

The ship was normal.

"H-huh.?"

Daisuke was unsure what to do, surely he had died, right? But here he was, alive and unharmed.

Was {{user}} okay?