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[center][sub][color=6ecff6]St. Mercer Hospital[/color][/sub][/center]
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Charlie had always hated hospitals, and waking up to an ear piercing scream did not improve their views on them. The first thing they did was bolt upright, the second was of course, to fall back into the bed they lay on when their head made it clear that Charlie wasn't ready to move in such a quick manner. As their back collided with the bed with a thump, Charlie stared up at the ceiling, silently willing for the scream to shut up. Jesus Christ their head hurt, everything was ringing, they could hardly make anything out, they needed to focus. Focus on something that wasn't the blasted screaming! Charlie didn't even realize the screaming had already stopped until their ears ceased their ringing, and things went silent.

Lying on the bed, only their thoughts and the distant echoing of some sort of struggle, Charlie stared up at the ceiling, trying to piece together how they had gotten there, and for that matter, what the hell was going on. Straining their aching mind, the blond headed individual dug deep into their memories, digging out the foggy remenants of why they were within the hospital in the first place.

They had been walking home, well, what constituted as their home, and then, somewhere along the way they had been jumped by a bunch of raving lunatics, saying something about... what had it been, non-believers? Something along those lines, and then nothing. Charlie could assume the ringing in their head was the enormous beating the mob had delivered, and the end result had led to them ending up here. 

With care, Charlie slowly sat upright, one hand kept on their temple, gently massaging it in case the pain flared up again. Movie logic would have dictated that Charlie could have instantly stepped out of bed, felt fine, and then go on their merry way until they found out what the hell was going on in St. Mercers, but movies were very misleading.

It took several minutes, but Charlie finally managed to step out of bed, and push past the curtains shielding their bed from the rest of room. The hospital was eerily quiet, well, with the exception of whatever the bloody hell was going on elsewhere, but for that matter, there was nobody else in immediate sight, which was rather odd. They didn't reside within a particularly large town, but normally there would be staff wandering past or checking up on any patients. Had the impossible finally happened?

Had aliens finally invaded the planet, done with causing all the weird occurrences around town and finally dropping down to earth to settle things in person?

Or zombies. That was a possibility too.

As painful as it was, and as much as they would rather find some proper clothing instead of the rather thin and somewhat revealing hospital gown, and for that matter... Limping back to the bed they had been resting upon, Charlie removed the chart from it's place on the front of the bed, looked it over for a moment, and then promptly tore it up. Real genders weren't defined by organs. Tossing the scraps of paper of the clipboard into a trashcan, Charlie  moved a hand over the top left side of their head, feeling what must have been a large bandage taped over a particularly painful spot. They must have done a bigger number of Charlie then first thought.

With nobody else in sight, and the possibility of new adventure awaiting them, Charlie hurriedly limped over to the only door out of the room, twisted the knob, and stepped outside.