Felix layed in the infirmary cot, his forearm covered in a brace while slung around his shoulder, closure strips covered cover small cuts across his face.
His eyes were closed, asleep. It was currently the only method of escape for him from the pain and the never-ending ringing in his ear in which the general quiet of infirmary didn’t help.
But unconsciousness was also an escape from how he was feeling, he was worried about drastus but anger was his forefront emotion right now, but it wasn’t at the sith, it was at himself.
Once again he was useless and a burden for others to carry, dead weight, just like on Dathomir. Whenever he has the chance to step up, to show what he can do, it fails, it explodes in his face and this time it was literal.
@Killa Ree
His eyes were closed, asleep. It was currently the only method of escape for him from the pain and the never-ending ringing in his ear in which the general quiet of infirmary didn’t help.
But unconsciousness was also an escape from how he was feeling, he was worried about drastus but anger was his forefront emotion right now, but it wasn’t at the sith, it was at himself.
Once again he was useless and a burden for others to carry, dead weight, just like on Dathomir. Whenever he has the chance to step up, to show what he can do, it fails, it explodes in his face and this time it was literal.
@Killa Ree