Slumbering is for the weak.

Drakon could tell that he had been out for some time, he woke up and looked around him seeing that he was in the hospital. " Well damn, I wonder how long i been out. I could really use a smoke." Drakon said as he sat up on the hospital bed. Out of habit dragon reached for his jacket pocket to grab his pack of cigarettes but it would seem that they had changed him into some hospital clothes.

Drakon scanned the room, his Sensory was still as sharp as ever as he could sense the presence of all those around in a short distance of where he was. There was no body close to his room right now so he looked around and noticed his clothes hanging up inside of the closet so he pulled the closet open and grabbed his cigarettes.

Drakon took a cigarette out from his jacket pocket and placed the little white paper into his mouth. Flipping open his zipo lighter he watched as the yellowish orange flame lit up the paper as drakon inhale the hot burning ash into his lunges. He just rolled his eyes and shuttered as he had Ben missing this or at least his body was. He looked out of the window that was beside his bedside and wondered just how much he had missed since being under that stupid plague.

Taking another hit off of his cigarette the door behind him opened up and a doctor walked in, shocked to see drakon up and about she dropped the stuff she was holding and screamed. " Oh wow looks like I still have the magic touch."

Drakon said as he started laughing, his red eyes cleaming in the over head lights. Drakon was no longer needed here in the hospital he was needed back on duty protecting his village.

The Doctor picked up the stuff which she had dropped. " Sorry about that, I was not expecting to see you up. Now before we go any further I need to do a few tests."

Drakon was not really listening to the doctor as cares less for any kind of tests so he flung his clothes off and then quickly changed clothes. The doctors face quickly went beat red as she dropped everything again just trying to hide her face.

" Sorry doc but I don't plan on sticking around, just put down that I am fine. I have places to be and things to do. "

Drakon said as he walked out of the hospital with his cigarette stuck in his mouth. He had training to do so he could get over his rustyness and maybe take on a few missions to raise some ryo. He had a itch for playing some cards and maybe even doubling his money.

( exited thread)