20.May.13, 01:53 PM
Bitter tears still stained his face as he was helped into the healing hall.
"Ow, ow, ow....", he whispered, a chant of pain.
At least he was conscious. Like the time he got into a building collapse with Ravana, at least he had remembered not to let himself sleep. Which was why this whole thing had started, in a round-about way: a continuous lack of sleep had played with his head and turned him into a raging Hulk, only without the color green, without the super strength, and without his wits about him.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow ....", he continued, unable to think of much else.