40th Drink [Audio//Open Commentlog]

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas wakes in a cot with an awful groan. Not since he fought his father has he felt this level of exhaustion and pain. Any attempt to move is halted by a spike of searing pain. Kevas does his best to ignore it if only to grab his communicator. He needs to know what's going on.]

Please tell me dat we made it.

[He's in so much pain that he fails to notice that he's a troll again.]

Oh yeah, t'ink I be needin' a medic.