Prison, Welsh Style

Who: Peter Marwood
Where: A Generic Prison Cell, Somewhere in the enemy compound
When: 3-4 Hours after capture
Peter awoke to a dull, throbbing pain in his leg. He tried to sit
up, but the pain was just unberable. He took a look at his
suroundings, he was in a dank and dusty room, a mattress in the
corner and a thick Iron Door on one wall.
"Smeg" he thought "I've been captured"
The enemy by now must have known he was awake, so he set to the
business of checking his leg. He pulled off his boot and rolled up
the leg on his khaki trousers. The Wound was crusted with blood and
there was a gaping exit wound in the leg. He could still move and
feel his foot, so that was a good sign.
He moved over to the mattress, lay down, and began to think. Did the
others know he was here? or did they think he was dead? If so, how
was he going to get out of here?
<Tag...somebody PLEASE rescue me!>