Snippet #1566929

((For the sake of moving things along I'm going to do a time skip of like 5 minutes, just long enough for us to get some distance between us and the secret base))

There were alot more of them than Spike had thought there were at first. He hadn't actually counted, but on a guess he'd have said there were at least ten people in their group now, ten patients. Because no matter how you looked at them it was still a random assortment of people, all wearing simple, hospital-style clothing, and all currently sitting in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere. It would probably seem funny to anyone else, but no one in the group seemed to be laughing. Alot of them had gotten wounded in the escape, but thankfully they were all still alive, and it seemed the majority of them had at least the very basic of medical teaching.

"I'll be fine, I've got no major wounds, just the drugs still in my system and a few cuts and pokes, that's all," Spike says to the woman with the prayer beads. He was sure he had heard the names of at least some of the group, but his head was still a bit fuzzy, "I think some of us have been shot, worry about them first, alright?"

Once this is said he rips off the sleeves of his hospital gown, then starts tearing them into strips and goes over to the man who had gotten shot a few times, the one with a hole straight through his left hand. While finishing up with making the bandages he hears someone ask if anyone had a clue as to where they were, and if they could get their hands on some normal clothing, but because he wasn't sure who had said it, he spoke in general.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I can't remember much, and I certainly don't have a clue as to where we are exactly," Spike says to everyone, then moves over to the man with the hole in his hand, "Here, let me take a look at that. I'm no doctor, but I got two years of training in," then to everyone, in a louder voice again, "Assuming we don't have a map of any kind, maybe we should just all move in one direction. We'll find a town of some sort eventually...right?" He was just talking really, trying to keep calm as he waited for the man, Hideaki was his name, but Spike didn't know it yet, to let him look the hand over. If he agreed then Spike would bandage up whatever wounds he could as best he could with the materials at hand, then move to help someone else.