[i]Alonfé wakes up on the extraction ship, lying in a pool of his own blood. Damn, when did I go out? All his memories were jumbled after his talk with Python back at the prison. He tries to move, but only manages to shift himself off the seat, landing hard on his shoulder. He yells in pain, then rolls to his front. Wherever I am, the ship landed. His memory comes back shortly thereafter, to where he was. Back at base. He lets out a short sigh of relief, then cringes. His stomach hurt bad. Really bad. He shakily sat up, and looked down. The gunshot wound. Python carrying him to the ship. Damn, he forgot me here. Wouldn't blame him, Jessica was in much worse shape. Wonder how they're doing... Well, might as well go see myself. I use the wall of the ship as support to get myself up. I tried using my left arm, but it flared with pain, and I retracted it. Without the support, I fell, tripping out of the open loading door. I yelled in pain again, now my whole left shoulder and arm hurting. Great. I try to bring in some power, from even the air, but I'm too exhausted. Willpower alone, I guess. I get up again, blood dripping from the wound on my stomach. I curse softly. Where was the freakin Med Bay? I can't heal myself, I'm too far done. I shakily take a step, then fall to my knees, recovering quickly. Step by step... I start getting dizzy. Blood loss, dammit. I wander to the hallways, but fall, a pain in my foot surfacing. I look down again, to see my foot bleeding as well. A bullet clipped it, near the ankle. Damn. I get up again, fighting it. The damn -blam!-ing hallway is so far away. I stumble down the hall, blood dripping.[/i]