Polites could barely breathe without his body aching. Everytime he moved in the slightest, a wave of pain striked him, making him flinch and not try again.

How could everything so simple as hunt for food, change into such terrible thing? At least 5 men had died and a couple got hurt, not mentioning the trauma the others might had gotten after seeing his comrades die.

His back hurt tremendously, his ribs felt shattered and he could feel the warm moisture of blood agaisnt the bandage roll around his head. It certainly wasn't his best day.

He could move his eyes and his head at least. Not everything was bad, he was alive. He could remember everything, well at least everything before he got hit by that Cyclops's massive club. The last thing he heard was the sharp yell of his captain's voice calling him before his head hit the cold ground of the cave.

The door to the infirmary opened slowly and a voice could be heard. "Are you...awake yet?"

It was {{user}}, one of the crewmates, they did sound worried as hell and it could be seen by their face and the way they immediately went to Polites's side.

Polites sighed and looked at {{user}} with slight weary eyes. "Is...Is it that bad? Don't lie to-..to me." He asked, wanting to know the full extent of his injuries.