I woke up wrapped in bandages. "How did I get here?" I asked. A voice coming from beyond my vision said, "I found you on a rooftop bleeding to death." I lifted one hand to my face with difficulty and the texture of cloth by my ear. I followed it around my head until it reached the other side. There were bandages around my head and over my neck. I turned my head slowly to see many other beds around me, some occupied, some not. The voice from before said, "A bullet went through your neck, you almost didn't survive." The voice was kind and caring. It reminded me of how Dominique talked to me. I tried to sit up and threw up with the exertion.

My eyes went blurry from the pain but I refused to lie back down. I slowly asked the question that ached in my mind, "Do you know who I am and how long have I been here?" The voice answered calmly, "I don't know who you are, and if you don't then we have a problem. As for how long you've been here, pushing on three weeks now." There was a pause and then a question that threw me off, "What is your name?" I answered instinctively but caught myself, "My name is Za... Zach. My name is Zach."

The voice chuckled and said, "Are you sure now? From what I've herd you mumble in your sleep, I'd thought your name was Vash." There was another chuckle and then the voice said, "Well Zach, I am Maximus, and you're in a hospital in October City." I groaned and leaned to one side. I had been found and sent out to a major hospital for my injuries.