Jack woke surrounded by white and for a moment he thought he was dead. But then his vision focused, and he realized he was surrounded by white hanging curtains around what was clearly a hospital bed. A hospital. Okay, not dead.
Hurriedly, he wiggled his fingers and his toes, and breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to have them all.
So… not maimed?
He heard the familiar sounds of hospital monitors and saw that his wrist had that odd needle thing with the bag solution attached to it on a wheely cart. Might need to brush up on my medical terminology… Then again, Jack didn’t plan to stay any longer.
The last thing he remembered was a vision of Michael kicking his father across the field like a ninja before everything went black. Did Michael… win? I have to find him and Grandfather
