The first conscious thought that came to his numb mind was a simple name. Phoenix.
The next thought was unfortunately far less pleasant. Pain. Pain that burned and seared all through the left side of his chest and shoulder. His hand instinctively moved to clutch at the wound there. He was surprised to feel gauze under his fingers instead of the sickeningly warm blood he expected. He forced his eye open and turned his head a bit to get a better look. His vision was blurry and out of focus so he rapidly blinked his eye in an attempt to see clearer. After a moment or two it seemed to work and he found that not only was his stab wound carefully bandaged, but he wasn't in The Paradise. For a moment his pain was replaced with with confusion and panic. He looked around him seeing he was in a rather fancy bedroom wearing silky pajamas. Upon the realization that he was no longer covered with his usual leather costume he reached up to touch his face. His helmet was gone too. This sent his alread