Chapter 3:
"Is he awake yet?" A woman's voice said.
"No he hit his head pretty hard. Rest is needed, give him time."
A deep male voice said trying to comfort her.
Silhouettes of figures moved in front of bright light which came from a unknown source. Noises of soft screeching, wheels grinding, and people whispering.
"Do you think he can hear us?"
A man said with a whimsical sound in his voice.
"Ryan..would you hush?"
A woman said as the warping sounds enhanced around their figures.
"That's not what you told Zack."
He said as he threw himself into laughing like a psycho bitch.
"Yeah.. that's cause Zack is my husband you shithead."
The woman's voice said stern and with fire of her Hispanic tone.
"At least my man knows commitment. You on the other hand..probably have STDs.."
She snapped and the image started to fade as it turned into to complete blackness.
