What he remembered last was that second arrow of Alec's. He had great aim, he'd give him that. Granted, he should probably be dead.

The seelie had woken up in a bed. The room was familiar; a spinning head kept him from pinning exactly where this was. Movements restricted with tightly bound bandages on his chest - where the second arrow had pierced - and his leg where the first arrow hit. Movement hurt, breathing hurt just a little bit. More importantly, he wasn't alone in the room, either.