Chuck Hansen

The blood and color drained from Chuck's face as he watched Raleigh's eyes search for answers and his voice confirming the loss. Goosebumps of guilt rake over his arms as if the shatterdome had been plunged into a subzero arctic tundra, instead of the current mild and balmy Hong Kong autumn. "You better not be pulling my leg about this, that fucking low." he mumbles and then clear's his throat to speak with a surprising calmness, he ignored the question about the irritating science personnel and focused on the answers that would mean more to Raleigh "You're in the medical wing mate, here at the shatt- er, at work. Your name is Raleigh, I'm Chuck." He pause for a moment, "There was an accident, and...you were injured. You've been unconscious since this morning." Despite Chuck already knowing the answer, he looks at Raleigh and asks in a more upbeat tone than anyone has probably ever heard him be in, "Anything sound familiar?" No sense creating an even greater sense of panic for Raleigh before they have any answers, even though Chuck's chest is as tight as it was on that fateful day in Sydney, all those years ago.