I feel warm but there is an agonising sensation by my foot, I open my eyes gradually, the space around me is dark, only a single gas lamp placed beside me, I try to sit up, I see Lisa standing by a hallow window talking to a man, her face looking concerned.I am tucked into a sleeping bag on the bare floor feeling cold and frail, we are located inside some sort of old dingy building, the walls blackened and the floor dirty, a stale and wet smell surround me, “Lisa? Where are we?” I ask, her head spins around from hearing my croaked voice, she races over leaving the man to stand alone coming towards me and crouches down onto her knees, “are you ok? How do you feel? Does your foot hurt?” She panics over me, “I’m fine, what’s going on?” I press, trying to ignore the severe pain in my right foot, she hangs her head low and places a hand on mine, “a bomb went off at the hospital, you got stuck and we managed to get you free… your foot however is very damaged, I tried to fix it up as best a
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