"Sorry, just passed out for a minute. Anyways, I ran out of fuel right before the runway. Had my airbrakes extended, they closed too slowly. Nose hit the ground first, but not too hard, but bent at the right angle, and closed the rudder control area (ooc: not the pedals, but the area around them, the little spot for your legs) around my knee, taking my leg off there. I'll let you guess at how painful it was. Also, as you most likely saw, the plane's a wreck, and I'm in a lo-" I wince, "I'm in a lot of pain right now. I'm told I'm lucky I didn't lose both legs. However, the doctors tell me I'll be back up in the air after I get used to the prosthetic - which I hear can take months, weeks, years, days, it's all a matter of physical makeup and determination - anyways, the prosthetic will be attached later, when they knock me out. And I don't doubt that it was a sight to see, Kris. Only problem is, when will they be cleared out?" (assuming they weren't armed).
I wait for a response, and getting none within about five seconds, continue.
"I'm gonna wait a while before I decide on what plane I want or whether or not I want to continue flying. Flying with the REAF-" I wince again. "Flying with the REAF have given me some of the most damned unforgettable times of my life, don't get me wrong. But, as it is, in my current state, my wife's gonna flip when she sees the prosth-"
The phone rings.
"It's for you," says the doctor, handing me the phone.
"...oh stuff."
