A cascade of medical supplies roused his unconscious state for a brief moment. He saw before him an angel, hurrying to stop his bleeding. Was he bleeding? It felt like he was, but he couldn’t make sense of much around him. The house, the décor, it was all so foreign. Was this his house? How did he get here?<br/><br/>It went dark, but she slapped him awake. Jesus it hurt, and everything was bright for a moment. Yes he remembered everything, but just as fast as it came to him, it disappeared. Then it all went dark.<br/><br/>Another slap, and she told him to stay awake. He wasn’t sure why this woman was so insistent on keeping him awake, when all he wanted to do was sleep. His shirt was gone, and she pressed gauze to his shoulder. It hurt like hell, why did it hurt so bad? He fell asleep.<br/><br/>Smack again- he woke another time, now to a sharp needle in his skin, in and out. He wanted to cringe, but had no energy for it. This time he fell asleep for good.<br/><br/>He woke again, this time in a bed. Everything was quiet. He felt for his wound, and lifting his hand took all of his energy. He felt it, and it seemed pretty good. Not the best, and it would leave a nasty scar, but not bad either. His throat was hurting. He was thirsty. He looked around for a glass of water but there wasn’t one.<br/><br/>He was still in pain, all over, especially his head. It was like he was waking from the hangover from hell. He looked around. The last thing he remembered was the woman. That, and the gun he had. He reached for it in a panic, and his suspicions were correct, it wasn’t in the back of his pants.<br/><br/>He wasn’t going anywhere anyways, not with his beaten body. So, hoping she would show up, he called out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”