Morning after?

Chris was still not sure exactly how it happened. They had found the others, Burton, Valentine and Chambers had all managed to make it to a hangar, Chris had only spotted them because Vickers had returned with the chopper.

Chambers still had her medical bag over her shoulder too. Chris had left Sabin and Hannah at the edge of the clearing, intent on going to get them help. He didn’t expect the large humanoid form that had barreled into them from somewhere below. Vicker’s kicked the rocket launcher Chris’s way. He had managed to catch it, shouting at Valentine and Chambers to go help the other two.

That was when the ground gave away. He glanced up seeing Barry pulling Hannah into the chopper. The Tyrant was moving too fast for him to get a good lead on it. Scrambling on the uneven floor of the hanger bay Chris tried to get far enough from it to take the shot.

“Vickers get them out of here!” Chris yelled seeing no other choice in the matter.

What he didn’t expect was to wake up, lying in a bed. His head was ringing, but something told him he was alive at least. Sitting up he tried to remember exactly what happened. That’s when his eyes fell on the ring on his hand. A green one he remembered vaguely on Sabin’s hand. Scrambling from the bed he needed answers, and had a feeling Flowers had them. Now he had to find her.

You'd think he'd remember to at least put real pants on.  Sorry about the boxers.