Ian opened his eyes as he was in the room in the guildhall. It took him a lot of tiem to even turn his head. He couldn't remember what had happened to him, the last thing he could remember was that something hit him in the back of the head and now that he awoke in his room at saber. He softly rubbed the guildmark on his shoulder. The soft green-bluesih ocean like colour was easily see-able. He was not wearing a shirt and his six-pack was not so much see able anymore. It was obvious that he had been out for a while as sually he trained to make sure it would be easily seen. He sighed as he tried to stand up but felt a sharp pain in his stomach. However he pushed throught and made sure that he would be able to sit up. He was hooked to a few machines as far as he could tell. Had he been in a coma for this long ? He didn't know anything anymore. He only knew his name, that he was a member of sabertooth, he knew his magic and his boyfriend but that was all he was able to remember. He hated the fact that his memory felt like it had been throught a drain and that only drops of it were left in his mind. He was also in a kind of sweatpants. He couldn't remember how he got there however he did remember his room so he knew that he wasn't at any hospital. His injuries eitherr had healed for as far that he would have been able to come back to his room in the guild or he hadn't been wounded for that long.
He sighed as he bit throught the pain around his stomach and felt the bandage that was wrapped around most of his upper body. He detached most of the machines that were linked to him. He had a bit of medical experience and a bit of medical knowledge so he knew which to detach and which not as he left his drip on. He walked with it too the hall seeing it was pretty much almost empty. Or better said it was empty. However it was too clean to be abandoned as he sat at the guild bar and got himself a martini looking for signs to see if someone has left some clues to where they might be. But the fact was that saebertooth didn't have the most members in there. Everyone was probably on a job and the guildmaster was probably busy so he didn't worry. He just sat there drinking the martini without alcohol as he was only sixteen now. He sighed as after a while no one came in and he went to his bedroom. He layed back on the bed with a bit of pain and checked his clock. It was a clock that told time and date but the clock had to be broken. It said that it was the 13th of april. Last time he checked it , it was at least december. He shook his head. The clock probably broke, even thought that wouldn't be possible. He was in denial, he should know the clocks would run on magic. Magic wasn't something that could run out like a pair of batteries. If this was real he had been afsleep for almost five months. However he shook his head not believing it as he began to play with his wind magic a bit waiting for someone to walk into the guild hall. He had left the door to his room open so he would hear that sound of footsteps.
He sighed as he bit throught the pain around his stomach and felt the bandage that was wrapped around most of his upper body. He detached most of the machines that were linked to him. He had a bit of medical experience and a bit of medical knowledge so he knew which to detach and which not as he left his drip on. He walked with it too the hall seeing it was pretty much almost empty. Or better said it was empty. However it was too clean to be abandoned as he sat at the guild bar and got himself a martini looking for signs to see if someone has left some clues to where they might be. But the fact was that saebertooth didn't have the most members in there. Everyone was probably on a job and the guildmaster was probably busy so he didn't worry. He just sat there drinking the martini without alcohol as he was only sixteen now. He sighed as after a while no one came in and he went to his bedroom. He layed back on the bed with a bit of pain and checked his clock. It was a clock that told time and date but the clock had to be broken. It said that it was the 13th of april. Last time he checked it , it was at least december. He shook his head. The clock probably broke, even thought that wouldn't be possible. He was in denial, he should know the clocks would run on magic. Magic wasn't something that could run out like a pair of batteries. If this was real he had been afsleep for almost five months. However he shook his head not believing it as he began to play with his wind magic a bit waiting for someone to walk into the guild hall. He had left the door to his room open so he would hear that sound of footsteps.