Problems, problems, and more problems

The blood loss causes your fingers to slip. The gun goes off, but you miss as you drop the gun to the ground. You only vaguely recognize some of your neighbors running over towards you, someone screaming..., sirens...

*darkness*

There are distant sounds. It takes a while before you realize that you're not dreaming, and the sounds become more real. Opening your eyes, you see a small tv held up in the corner of the room near the ceiling by a metal bracket. It's playing some news report about an animal attack near the city. It sounds horrible. You're glad it doesn't involve you.

Then your memories start to return.

A middle-aged nurse walks in and sees your eyes look towards. "Oh, somebody has finally woken up. One minute while I fetch the doctor." She steps out, and you wait.

And you wait.

Hours pass by. Your head clears, and you're able to sit up. Looking at your body, you see that you look healthy without a mark on you. In fact you start too feel pretty damn good. Must be the meds. But what is strange is that nobody returns to the room.

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