(I have come to the realization that I can still participate. I may not be extremely active, but I'll still be on here and there)
Dave shot up on hospital bed he resided on, gasping for air. He'd just had a terrible dream. One that involved losing his bro and Rin to Jack. Shaking in his head to clear the vision, he swung his feet off the bed and let them touch the cold floor. Dave looked down at himself to see he was in Hospital garb, but it seemed he was on Quickdraw's flying ship thing. Dave winced after he moved, and clutched his chest cavity. That hurt even more. How did he get that injury? Dave was unsure. All he knew, was that he needed to see a familiar face to calm him down, or Dave might flip a lid, in a metaphorical sense. "Dave ain't dead!" He called out, hoping someone would hear. He still couldn't see properly, as his eyes were a bit hazy, but he couldn't be the only person on board.