Nearly all night Ardham is still trying to remember what his name is, also a name on the back of the ring which is still in his grasp.
But the longer Ardham tried to remember, the more it hurt his head.
Cold sweat started to drip from Ardham's forehead, Ardham's body trembled with the pain in his head.
It was too painful to notice that when Ardham pressed and squeezed his hair, the ring in his hand fell and rolled to the floor.
With a throbbing head, and slightly swollen eyes from the wound. Ardham's eyes felt even more sore because he forced him to look and look for the direction where the ring fell.
With the spine still aching to move, Ardham tried to bend his body slowly as his eyes moved to find the rolling ring.
"How about this? to bend over my back hurts. How can I find the ring on the floor? looks like it fell this way why isn't there?" Ardham asked softly, then rested sitting next to the bed with weak bones.