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With a grunt Wrex opened one of his eyes to look at the commander. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember, Shepard.” If he hadn’t just woken up to feeling like his head was about to split in two he might’ve used a mock offended tone, but instead the words are grumbled out. He kept on forgetting that Ryncol hit him a lot harder than it used it, with one of his livers already pretty much done.
Shepard attempted to sit up, only to find that the entire lower half of his body refused to follow his orders. With a pained grunt, he gave up on his efforts, collapsing backwards onto the mattress. He rubbed at his sore and tired eyes, only to discover that his hoodie, and indeed, all of the rest of his clothing, was nowhere to be found.
"...Why am I naked?" As if summoned by Shepard's bewildered tone, the memories of the night prior rushed back with a vengeance. So much ryncol. So much headbutting. So much quad. The sudden revelation left him speechless. Shepard opened his mouth to scream, though only a dry, raspy wheeze dared to escape his lips.Â
