Raoul looked down at the figure covered in blood on the floor, as Derrick, Levi and Jodie surrounded her. She thought that she recognised the person on the ground but she couldn't place where she'd seen him before.
"He seems familiar doesn't he?" Derrick said, squinting confusedly at the male.
Blood began to soak through what was left of Raoul's shirt.
"That doesn't matter right now, we need to get him to the hospital immediately."
They crowded into the back of Derrick's beaten up car and drove to the hospital. After what felt like an endless wait, they were allowed to see him.
Raoul hesitantly stepped into the ward, to see an obviously confused young man. He had shoulder length black hair and pale skin, with the ghosts of make up streaked under his eyes.
"Where am I?"
"You're at the hospital, you got stabbed."
He took a quick glance down to his stomach and then met Raoul's eyes.
"Well that explains the pain."
Raoul mentally sighed to herself, he was hardly chatty towards her, but then again would you be to a complete stranger?
"I'm Raoul by the way, Raoul Price."
"Marilyn, Marilyn Manson but people in Death valley call me Adam."
