"Is he all right?"
"I don't know. He hasn't woken up yet."
"David? David, wake up!"
"His nose is still bleeding all over the place. Get a towel or something."
"Is he going to be ok?"
"How the hell should I know? I don't even know if we're ok!"
"You're fine. It's like you just woke up from along nightmare."
"Yeah, and into another one. Who the hell are you people?"
"Still bleeding. Tip his head back."
David felt his head being lifted and the smell of blood trickling down the back of his throat. He tried to open an eye, but the wave of dizziness that accompanied the movement caused him to quickly shut it again. The voices were woozy, floating, he couldn't make out who or what they were. He recognized his name, but the rest was garbled. The voices slowly became more recognizeable as his brain lurched into gear.
"He's coming round."
"Hey, David! It's me, Paul, Paul! Can you hear me?"
"Yes….now shut up…" David croaked, wincing as much as his facial muscles would allow at Paul's shout. "I'm not deaf….."
"Welcome back."
"Hi, David."
New voices. The lower one continued. "How're you feeling?"
David coughed, bringing up a bit of bloody spit, and managed to open one eye halfway. "Jesus Dwayne. You beat the blood-loving shit out of me."