[b][color=82ca9d][center][h2]Baulder[/h2][/center][/color][/b]

Baulder awoke with a start which threw him into a sitting position. He immediately started coughing deeply. For the few seconds between every cough he managed to force out deep growls. His deep coughs quickly turned into bloody ones and it forced him to bring his hands up to his mouth as blood flew out of his mouth and nose. Barely able to breath he continued coughing and attempted to open his eyes. Before he was able to put the garbled mess his eyes were feeding him together he realized he was sitting on something soft. He wasn't at the chair was he? Was the chair soft? The questions answered themselves pretty quickly, he wasn't at the bar anymore. He was in a room of some kind and there were two women in the room with him. Baulder managed to stop choking for a second and look at both of them with blurred vision. Fighting back more coughs a confused look fell over his face before he started coughing again.

He hunched over his double jointed legs and felt his chest burn more with every cough. He put one of his arms down to his chest where he felt the warm soaked bandages. He gripped his chest with a fist then it finally stopped. Breathing heavily and covered in his own blood he finally fell back against the couch and managed a gravelly laugh. He wondered what his blood smelled like, as it dawned on him that he didn't know. He finally settled down and laid on the couch properly for a moment and still laughing looked back at the other two in the room. In a half laugh Baulder in a deep scratchy voice said "Who...the fuck are you guys?" He then started into another laugh which tipped him over into another coughing fit with once again blood exiting his mouth.