limbo.

sorry.

I wake up to find myself in a place I've never been before. But by the paint around the hallway I knew it was a hospital. I keep trying to think about why I'm here. But it never becomes clear. It's like a question gets in the way of that one thought. It's the bomb. That's why I'm here. To make things clear again. To find out if I'll live. To find out if I'll care.

I'm in a stretcher. My eyes are barely opened but I know what's going on. I'm on a stretcher. It also seems like I'm bleeding. Oh wait. I am carried off into a room. I'm just hoping it ends. Then Chris walks in.