[Where the hell is he...? He looks around him and starts to feel sick to his stomach. Dim lighting illuminates the scene: over a dozen hospital beds crammed into a moderately large room, IV tubes dangling about him like trees in a forest. Injured people moan, toss and turn in their beds. Some are still unconscious, mumbling or twitching. Others simply lie there, looking around them stupidly, or down at their limbs, almost as if they don't remember ever being born with them. The beds are stained, yellowing blankets and rusted wheels being their only characteristics. He needs to find out what's going on. Now.]
Hey! [He say aloud, looking at everyone around him.] Where is this? What happened here?
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Hey! [He say aloud, looking at everyone around him.] Where is this? What happened here?