There was Coke, so clearly this was heaving, which was a big relief. They even had it in a bottle, so that meant I was in the good heaven or the equivalent of. The fact that I was still hurting, especially where someone apparently shot me, was something I'd have to figure out later. The whole "someone shot me" thing would have to wait until later, although it was definitely at the top of my list of things to look into once I got my location straightened out.

"Actually, I don't think I'm wounded anymore," I said. "It was a through and through so if I was, I'd be bleeding all over the floor. I also wouldn't be standing up. Or breathing. Mostly just bleeding."