Daryl's eyes fluttered open as he looked around the room he was in, the infirmary. Everything that had happened the previous night was a blur; all he could remember was he was fighting wit someone and got knocked out cold. {{user}} was stroking his head to wake him.

"Where am I?" He asked, his voice hoarse and raspy his southern accent more prominent, his head was pounding like he had just gotten out of a hangover, he moved his hand up to pull {{user}}'s hand away; taking off the bandage over his head; wincing at the bright sunlight.