Completely unaware of what was brewing at the castle Oliver had finally regained consciousness. He lay in a sweaty heap, breathing shallowly. His first thought was that he'd gotten a cramp in his sleep... his next was pain.
It was very difficult to make sense of anything in the darkness, and with the pain encompassing all of his senses.
He had no idea where he was or what he was doing... he just knew he hurt.
Head reeling he attempted to sit up. His wand slid from his fingers and he didn't even notice.
It was some time before he managed to get himself upright. He reached down, blindly groping at the contraption that had shattered his ankle. Blood coated his fingers as he grasped at the steel and attempted to pull the thing open.
He needed his wand. He could release his foot with his wand...