Brian had felt very uncomfortable right now, maybe because of the blood loss that he felt uneasy? Slowly, he opened his eyes after coming to, and tried to sit up, but his hand hurt. He forced himself to sit up, looking at his hand. It hurt a lot, yes, but at least the blood stopped. Looking around him, he found himself somewhere he didn't know exactly where he was. He turned his head to see a boy standing there, and just by staring at his eyes, he assumed nothing good would come from this. Brian would have spoke or said something, but he was still confused and unsure of himself. Why did he still hurt from the inside out? Looking at the boy again, he finally spoke. "W-Where am I?" he asked.