I opened my eyes... Everything hurt. I slowly sat up, looking around the room. I heard some talking, faint, but recognizable.
"He's got a severe concussion, several broken ribs, his left shoulder is dislocated, we had to remove a large shard of glass from his stomach... uh... what else..." I saw a figure flip over a page on a clipboard. "He might have some amnesia, a possibly PTSD."