Ricky was covered in minor cuts and many bruises. Some minor burning from being caught in the blast of the explosion. Overall he was doing great for someone whose inner child had become his outer appearance. He would have such a freak out when he comes to and sees his hands were so small. When he sees he was a kid another freak out. He vaguel heard the sound of the ambulance. Why was there ambulance? They would find numerous bodies, many ripped apart by explosion, thrown around. Just the little boy was alive. His chest beating even though it was currently weak from trauma. He heard voices. What were they talking about? What was that smell? He was currently unconscious but he would wake before long. He felt needles get stuck in his arm. Felt bandaging and cream applied to the burns on him. They would heal as they were minor. Thankfully he had not been closer to the explosion.<br/><br/>He was thankfully unaware that she had stripped him. For the moment. He was soon standing by himself. Right now insubstantial. Looking at himself. Wait! Was she stripping him?! Why did he look...so young? Wait a second! Did something happen to him?! He took the time to study himself. He looked like he was seven again. She was bathing him. His clothes were meant for a seventeen year old not a kid. In fact most seven year olds wore briefs not boxers. Dear lord...what was going on here? He watched her tend to his injuries. What happened? All he remembered was an explosion. He walked over and touched himself after she left. Speaking outloud but nobody heard him. He was in a mixture of awake and not so he was much like a ghost right now. â€œI was out there because I was seventeen and heading home.â€ He said to the empty room. Watching the girl walk off. He was in hospital clothes now. Least she hadnâ€™t left him in his boxers.<br/><br/>The kid him began to groan and older him began to fizzle out. The kid him starting to wake. â€œUhn...uhn...â€ He groaned out. â€œowwwwwwwww.....â€ came the mumbled voice that was clearly a seven year olds not a teenagers. The cute somewhat girlish voice of a kid who hadnâ€™t reached puberty. Teenager him said â€œWell this fucking sucks.â€ Right as the kid him woke up and the real him was gone again. His eye lids beginning to flutter. The doctors were a bit confused. The blood said two stories. Teenager and kid. It was weird. The kid was fine other than minor injuries. They had put out bandaging for her to put on the cuts. Ricky himself opened his eyes. â€œWhere?â€ He groaned out. Looking around. Was he in the hospital? How did he get here? Last he remembered he was heading home. Then there was that explosion and when he felt turned inside out. What...he lifted his hand and let out a scream of horror. That was not his normal hand. That was a kids hand. What was going on? He would have to figure this out.<br/><br/>â€œI AM A KID AGAIN!!!â€ He screamed. Of course the doctors outside the room figured he had just hit his head and took no account of it. He let out another scream of horror. He couldnâ€™t tell anyone. Not yet. Not until he figured it out. He didnâ€™t understand what was going on.