"Bill, what the hell." Caico would slowly open his eyes. Pain coursing through every fiber of his being. He was hurt and exhausted. It was a feat in it's own that he was up now.

"Huh?" Shocked Bill turned away from what he was previously doing. Having to stop everything to see if his ears were deceiving him or not.

"Why am I bandaged up like this?"Calico question was obvious but oblivious to him. He honestly didn't know what put him like this.

"Because you got hurt." Bill would say bluntly.

"How?" Just as before this question was obvious.

"What do you mean how? You lost to Michael." Bill wasn't irritated when he responded but concerned. Because Calico was showing signs of not remembering.

"I never lose....I" Calico couldn't come to grips with that and blocked it. His wounds stopped him from thinking and speaking and he sank back into the abyss.

"Yeah, my bad. You just are resting for round two." Bill would say as Calico slowly swayed back into the abyss of his mind. The pain from his injuries were too much for him to just have and say awake with. He needed rest. He needed to be taken somewhere else when able to be moved. As there wasn't enough here to give him full recovery. Bill would check his bandages. Redoing them if he had to. He was worried about Calico and hoped that he would indeed recover from this. As he was the son of Qari D. Marx.