"Hehehe," Ezra chuckled as his eyes adjusted to the bright room. "Not dead yet..." His mind raced as he thought about how long he must have been out. It had seemed like forever in the darkness of his mind. He moved his arms hesitantly, unaware of what he may find... Bandages. Long white strips were wrapped tightly around his torso and he looked down. "Ah. Must have been that last painting." He muttered, swinging his long legs off the bed with ease. The sharp stinging pain was nothing now. He was used to it. Oh. He had promised to eat lunch with Seeyanne. He gritted his teeth and made his way out of the room back to the comfort of his own cell. He would try to find her after he took a little nap.