You take note that you're wearing a light hospital gown.
"What is this place?", you ask.
"You are in the Clinique de rue Maria, we are a private hospital. I am Mother Clara." She replies.
"How long have I been here?", you inquire.
"Your friend brought you here about two weeks ago. You were very close to death, I have never seen a man with such a wound heal... much less survive. But you..." She hesitates. "You barely have a scar left."
A flash, just a moment, of recollection. Pain, intense and searing.
"The bullet perforated your liver, passing through your back, also shedding shrapnel into the kidney." She points toward your right side.
"When you were brought here, you bled and bled... we have so few supplies and you exhausted our supply of morphine. But your friend... he left and returned with boxes of the drug as well as other equipment I have never seen before. He actually ran tubes of his own blood into you." She continued. As she spoke the charge nurse opened a closet and retrieved a robe.
"Where is Logan?", once more you inquire.
"Your friend? Monsieur Khan left two days ago, I have not seen from him since. He told me that he would return for you and to keep you here."
"Food..." the need overwhelms.
"Of course, Maria will help you into your robe and to the dining hall. I must attend to other patients..." and with that she leaves.
The other nurse had taken the robe out of the close and heads for your bed.
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I take the robe. Look around for my clothes. Am i wearing Argentum? Do i even remember Any of these things? Amber, trumps, shadow? What kind of technology is here? Electricity? Communication, transport? What is the battle about? How long has it been happening? How many patients and their conditions. Remember the paths we take, and note anything that may be useful as a weapon, or tool. (I did this last night...bummer...expected something new.) :(
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