No one ever pays any attention to me. Their eyes are locked onto the TV screen. Everyone's in a trance. Maybe something's stopping them.

I watched the TV for a bit, to see if it was hypnotizing them, but it's just static, like you finished a great movie and are so stunned that your sit there for a couple minutes. But this is hours. Days, probably.

Now that I look closely, they're all hooked up to IVs. Yet I don't have one. Are they being drugged? They don't seem to be that injured. If I took them out, would anyone notice? I'm scared. What if someone sees me? What if someone catches me?

No. These people are dead-like, I can't just leave them.

How do I get over there? I can't walk yet. My eyes are drawn to the stool the purple-haired nurse sat on. It has wheels. It'll be awkward with these prosthetics, so I should take them off. It'll help to know how to take them off in case they get damaged.

After fumbling around for a couple minutes, I figure out that I have to unclip some things and pull off this suction and…Ah! There we go.

I put them on the end of my bed for later. I wiggle to the edge of the bed and push the stool close to my torso. I slide onto it, careful that it doesn't roll and make me fall onto the ground.

Whew. Got on.

I push off of my bed with my arms and roll to the bed previously to my right. Despite all the noise, no one draws their eyes towards me.

Close to the bed, I reach over and fish fir the needle. I rip off the adhesive and slowly pull it out, not wanting to injure him. It's quite painful watch, but I have to keep my focus or I'll hurt him even worse.

After it's out, I set it next to him. The wound bleeds pink for a bit, but I think he's fine. I put my fingers to his neck and feel for his pulse. Thank god he has one.

I scoot back to my bed and pull myself up. I'm burnt out. I have to sleep. Still, I feel disappointed. Nothing's happened to him. It's been a couple minutes, but nothing. Was I wrong? No, we'll see when I wake up. For now, it's a 'Good Night'.

…

…

I feel a cold touch onto my face. The icy tingle is the thing that snaps me out of bed. My eyes shoot open and I sit up with great speed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Someone backs up, shocked by my startled movements. He falls over but quickly gets back up.

"Ah, sorry. I woke you up."

"No, it's fine. You just scared me a bit."

"Ah! You're talking! Both of the nurses wouldn't respond so I got up and tried to wake you up. Do you know what happened?"

"One of the nurses drugged the IVs, so I pulled yours out."

"D-Drugged?"

"Did you read your injury report?"

"Injury report?"

"It should be a bunch of papers on a clipboard. Attached to the end of your bed."

He walks over, finds it, and flips through it.

"My chin was cut off."

Now that I look closely, his chin is covered in thick bandages. It's hard to tell if it's there or not.

"Your…Chin?"

"Ah. Yeah. It was really painful. From what I remember, it was right after the tragedy. Someone was trying to cut my throat but the knife ended up going the other way." He scratches his head. "Well, it's a given considering how everything is now."

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. You seem to be very injured yourself."

"About that…I would have pulled out the IVs for the others, but…" I pull the blanket off of what used to be my legs."As you can see, I can't exactly walk."

"Ah. I'll find a wheelchair for—"

"Pull the needles first. I can't really do anything, so it's better that they get a chance to wake up before I get a chance to move around."

"Ah, okay then."

He walks around a slowly releases each patient from their slumber. Of course, they don't wake up right away. By the time the first awakens, I'm already got my legs on, sitting in a wheelchair. Part of my face is still covered, and I plan to keep it that way. Tatsuha, the one without a chin, asked me about it, and I said that I had shrapnel in my eyes. He didn't ask again.

The first one began to rise. She is a girl with long dirty blonde hair. Her dark roots are showing. Must be dyed. She is covered head-to-toe with bandages.

"G'morning!", she says, stretching.

"Ah, hello."

"Is this a hospital?"

"Yes."

"I was walking in a plaza a couple seconds ago…"

"Uh…" Tatsuha hands her the report on the end of her bed.

"Read that." I call out from the distance.

She does. She's a bit shocked by the result.

"Haaaah?! I was gunned down by a machine gun? When did that happen? Uwaaaaa…What has life come to?"

She later introduced herself as Suika Tezuka. She's not the brightest, but I guess she's nice. Evidentially, she was out of commission before the Tragedy, which I learned was the start of the apocalypse. Well, no one calls it the apocalypse, but that's probably because no one wants to admit the world ended.

Ha…

Evidentially, she was out of commission before the Tragedy, which I learned was the start of the apocalypse. Well, no one calls it the apocalypse, but that's probably because no one wants to admit the world ended.