[If you're waking up to look around when the initial daze starts to pass, it's easy to see that Art actually is not far. An open canopy bed outside stands a few steps ahead, where the gentle winds are still blowing sakura petals onto it, around it. He lies in the middle, eyes closed and breathing evenly through a peaceful sleep, unharmed.
(Suspiciously, unharmed. Without bandages because there isn't a need.)
And though he can be approached, Art won't wake up right away from that rest... Perhaps it's hard to say what will come of it when he does.]