Snippet #1263282

Altan sat up and put his hand on his head. The bandages on his head were still soft and supple, without the stiff dried blood the others seemed to be sporting. In fact, he seemed to have all of his body parts and skin. No butterflies were fluttering around the room. Voices brought him back to the present, though inside he still marveled that he was currently whole.

"--sorry and want me to take your gun? Oh how sweet of you" A man bent down over the body of another. Altan guessed the man on the floor wasn't a patient, considering he wasn't wearing a dress. The man went on "One bullet missing, I guess for the dead kid on the floor. Still better than nothing, now to find a way to deal with this farking headache. Oh yeah, hey um... little girl! where you at?"

Altan looked around and didn't see anyone respond, though others lay on the tables around them. Maybe the man was crazy? He stood up gingerly,wiggling his toes and fingers. "Whats going on?"