Knave’s eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light from a small lamp that hung above him. He raised his hand, covered in thick bandages and feeling a little moist from some kind of lotion, then placed it over his eyes, shielding them. Thankfully, this movement attracted some attention. “Gao!” the doctor Shroomian said, rushing over, Stormy right behind him. “Knave, you okay?” Stormy asked, leaning over him slightly. Knave coughed a tiny bit, then said the first thing that came to his mind. “...Hungry.” “Give me food and I’ll give you grati... grati-something,” Knave replied, picking his nose.