As he opened his eyes and his surroundings came into focus he realized he didn't recognize anything. The pain from the bullet wound had eased considerably though. He looked down and that was when he realized he was in a bed. Not his bed, not any bed he'd ever seen. His arm was - no, his whole chest was bare!
Not usually one for getting drunk at all, let alone black out drunk, waking up in a strange bed with no recollection of how he got there was an unfamiliar experience and not one he cared for. Someone had bandaged him up though. Macnair! Where was the bastard? He'd probably removed half his organs to sell on the black market or something else equally insidious. Charles' eyes quickly found him, he was loitering in the corner like a vulture. "What is this?!" Not the most eloquent way of stating his confusion but there'd been too many questions vying to be asked first and that was what tumbled out of his mouth. He tried to sit up suddenly but fell back again with a grunt of pain.
Not usually one for getting drunk at all, let alone black out drunk, waking up in a strange bed with no recollection of how he got there was an unfamiliar experience and not one he cared for. Someone had bandaged him up though. Macnair! Where was the bastard? He'd probably removed half his organs to sell on the black market or something else equally insidious. Charles' eyes quickly found him, he was loitering in the corner like a vulture. "What is this?!" Not the most eloquent way of stating his confusion but there'd been too many questions vying to be asked first and that was what tumbled out of his mouth. He tried to sit up suddenly but fell back again with a grunt of pain.
