Damn, that fucking hurt. He winces in pain on the floor as the machine blares on. That man who had been sleeping wasn't sleeping anymore, no surprise there. Thankfully he shut the machine off. Raleigh looked up at Chuck, his face showing pure confusion. This man, did they know each other? Getting off the floor sounded good to him either way, and he took Chuck's hand, getting back up to his feet.
"Newt? Herman?" Were those names? Was he supposed to know who they were? "Where am I?" he had to know as he sat on the bed. He tried searching his memory, but nope, nothing. He couldn't recall any faces, names, life events... nothing. Not even his own name. It was, terrifying. "Who.. who am I? Who, are you? What's going on?"
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on 2018-12-31 08:29 am (UTC)"Newt? Herman?" Were those names? Was he supposed to know who they were? "Where am I?" he had to know as he sat on the bed. He tried searching his memory, but nope, nothing. He couldn't recall any faces, names, life events... nothing. Not even his own name. It was, terrifying. "Who.. who am I? Who, are you? What's going on?"