Scott tried, feeling a slight wriggle. It was alien, but he was getting the hang of moving, as he then managed to get into it, and get fully articulated, as if he'd established something. First, his fingers, as he moved them slightly, then moving them and clenching them, as he sat up in the bed, moving on his rear. He rubbed his eyes, then moving his feet, and his toes, which had something left in them. It was like someone plugged in the nerve for the first time.
"Jesus Christ. Four years?" He asked to himself, and almost to Alexis, as suddenly, the blare quickly through him.
"Oh shit." He simply said, not knowing why or what he was thinking it to. He couldn't connect what was going on. But he had said it. The drill put the fear of God into him, as he looked over, then gulping, not knowing wholly why this had to happen. What was going on? Was this regular? Of course it wasn't. For a first time, his brain had activated in some sort of meaningful analysis that wasn't visible. He had been in a coma for years, and someone was coming for him now, from the moment he awoke. This couldn't be good.
"I can move, it's fine." He said, aware that this was alarmingly fast. In the space of half an hour, from his wake up to this, he had control. He felt as if while his brain was buzzed, his body was fine and under some control.

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The gunmen had shot the nurse practictioner, in a fit of anger, as the blare could be heard, killing an innocent.
"Fuck! We search each room, manually." The leader said, the smoking barrel of the AKM cooling off, as two stayed behind, pointing guns at the lobby, as they spread out, making sure that they could see everything and anything. They weren't highly trained, but they knew what they were doing. In fact, they had sprung into action on a simple order. They had no idea that this moment had been coming for a while. This man wasn't meant to awake. He was meant to stay among the dead, back in Basra. The two men moved forwards, threatening any medical staff they saw, as they began their search of each and every room. They knew it would take longer now, but it was going to be done, one way or another. Kick a door in, find them, hunt them. That was how they moved, finding nothing on the ground floor, as they paced up a set of stairs.

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He moved himself slightly, looking to Alexis.
"Let me walk." Scott asked, gulping, looking at his feet, and then back at her.
"Please. I don't want to die sitting." He said, still not knowing why he was saying this. Were they here for him? He didn't know why, he just said, out of an inner fear of sorts. That this was the end of his days, that something he had kept in his head in Basra now echoed back to now. He didn't understand it in entirety, as he reminded himself. But he didn't want to be here, if someone came. And the shot that could be very, very distantly heard had rang in his head. AKM, 7.62x39mm round, rimless. He didn't know how. What the fuck did he know about things like that? He was definitely US Army, but what branch? Something about Basra was when US Forces still were on the ground, but what the hell had he been doing there that got him like this? And why now? He knew she would say no, but he acted anyway, swinging off the bed, unhooking the IV and oxygen lines, a sharp pain in his wrist as he yanked it out, and stepped onto the cold floor, bare. He put weight and felt it hold, fighting it like was drunk, stepping as he heard doors rattle and clatter.
"They're hunting someone." He said, looking to her, as what he next said almost came about from an instinct. Like he wasn't thinking. It was doing. A drill, a proceedure, something you couldn't deactivate.
"Get under the bed. I don't want you to stand here when they come. It must be for me...there's no chance it's anyone else." He said, moving his hands, as he walked towards the corner of the door, on the side that the hinge was on. He grabbed a pencil, sitting on a clipboard, sharpened adequately. This would do fine. He stood behind the door's opening arch, breathing heavily, as he leaned in, looking back.
"Please. You need to understand." He said simply, gulping, aware that now, he was running off what his instincts ran. Not his brain. He was doing this because it was the only way he knew that he could stop them from doing harm to any more people, or himself. He could only guess- that they were hunting him, and while this was a Veteran's Hospital, just as she mentioned, it couldn't mean that there was anyone else they were looking for. It had to be him. Somehow, something valuable was in his conk, and while he didn't know, these men did. And for Alexis's sake at least, he wasn't going to let them kill her or do any harm. The noise of two quiet tones of Arabic reinforced all. This was it. They were close, and soon, they'd be coming right for him. Sure, he could be damn right delusional, but he knew to himself that it was a red alarm, and that Arabic, while fuzzy in his translation, seemed very clear. They were searching rooms, and soon, they'd try and kick in the locked door, and then shoot the lock. And that was when Scott knew he'd have to act.