“…single penetrating wound to the abdomen…”

” …bleeding has stopped…”

“…prepping for transport…”

I came to as I was being placed on a stretcher. The pain in my abdomen echoed all over my body. I was thirsty and even just moving my muscles hurt from fatigue. A paramedic was holding a wad of blood-soaked fabric against my wound.

My shirt was ripped open. My hoodie was gone. Sunglasses missing.

The first thing I noticed before looking around was my status on the red wallpaper:

Unscathed

Hobbled

Mutilated (Flickering)

Dead

Written Off (Flickering)

Chase Scene

Planning

Unconscious

Infected

Incapacitated

(Flickering)

Captured

Off-Screen (Lit)

Fight Scene

Exploring