Randy was in a room full of darkness. Nothing was there. Just he and the endless darkness that was growing lighter each second. At least it felt like seconds.
As the darkness grew to light, the pain in his body grew with it, becoming up unbearable. Soon the room was breaking and a hole opened up beneath him and he started falling.
Falling... falling through the darkness of the hole and just like the room, it got lighter and lighter until it was the light of a room. A real room.
Howard was there. Along with three others that Randy realized was the four people that helped him. A girl that he recognized as Theresa was holding his hand and was looking at Howard as he paced the room with Flute Girl.
He looks at his hand and sees that he has no suit on. The mask was on the corner of the bed. He looks at his body as best he could and sees that he is wearing his original clothes. His skinny jeans, his favorite red shirt with the white swirl on the front and his hoodie. All McFist's produce. The only difference with his clothes is that there was a big hole about an inch wide on his side with dried blood on the edges down on to the bed mat he was laying on.
As he tries to left his head up for a better view of everything around him, pain shoots to his neck and face. The pain was everywhere. Like someone has placed hundreds of knifes into his bones and left them there.
He grunts a little too loudly as he struggles to sit up, causing Theresa to jump and turn towards him, her hand still holding his, not wanting to let go.
"Randy! Guys he's awake!" She shouts with glee. A smile was spread across her face as she give Randy a big hug and pulls away when she heard him groan.
"Man, it's about time!" Howard says, stopping his pacing and walks to Theresa's side, "You were out for two hours, Cunningham!"
Bash was sitting in a corner in one of the visitor's chair with his head down, to ashamed to look up. Flut Girl was still pacing, trying to stay sane.
"What happened?" Randy grunts as the words were like daggers against his lungs.
"Well, if I'm right, that red stuff was poison. I might be wrong but the way it is working in your body, I don't know. If it is, I'm not sure what kind and before you yell at me, I had to tell them." Howard says. "They needed an explanation so I told them and they promised not to tell."
Randy was devastated that they know, but didn't care at the moment. He just wanted the pain to stop.
"What I can't believe is that Randy's the ninja." Flute Girl bust out, "You two being idiots all the time, but yet again, it is the prefect cover." She sits down in one of the visitors chair three seats away from Bash who hasn't moved.
"Well believe it Flute Girl!" Howard teases but then serious, "Randy, I know you're in pain but, tell me where the Nomicon is. I think it can help." He was determined to know. Wanted to help Randy get better. But he also knows that every word Randy says, strikes pain in him.
"In my backpack." Randy says slowly but painfully, "In the Locker Rooms."
Hope filled Howard as he tells Randy to sleep and the others to watch him as he runs faster than he has ever ran before to get to the Locker Rooms.