About fifteen minutes later, Cross woke up, sitting up on the bed as he rubbed his head. If it were possible for ogres to be hitting war-drums inside his head, the spirit could have possibly blamed them for his pain, for that is very well what it felt like. Furthermore, he ached all over; it almost felt like he had pulled every muscle in his body.

After a time, he decided he would probably be more comfortable laying down. He looked over at Alexandria and remembered the source of his pain. He struggled to speak, even in that condition.

"Y-you... Ngh... D-death..."

He suddenly burst into a terrible cough, jerked into a sitting position once more as he hacked and gagged on air and saliva. After a minute or so, he returned to his position.