Head feeling like he'd tried another round of self-trepanation, Egon mumbled "Did you do this?" as the Emergency Room staff cut him out of what remained of his clothes; every zipper and fastener which hadn't been blown off was fused shut while any plastic had melted.
"What'd he say?" asked an intern slicing through the heavy cloth of Egon's coveralls.
"He's babbling." replied the doctor on duty before adding "Set up an EKG... I've never seen electricity do that before."
Egon would have found it interesting to learn that the exit wounds on his hands and feet were all in the shape of figure 8s, but he'd passed out again, blearily watching what he thought was be a woman with long black hair wearing a lace dress at his feet beside the intern who was cutting off his melted boots.
He squinted, trying to focus on the blur that was her face; she vanished
After Egon was stabilized and moved to ICU, a janitor mopped up a pool of dirty water at the foot of the table.