Adventure Twisted Side Story - CRAZZZZY RAT AND HIS CAST OF

[Carthrat]

Oh fuck! If any of them realise I'm from the DWRC, they'll probably lynch me! Ohishitgottagetaway..


"Nothing to see here, folks, move along."

Carthrat begins to stagger off towards the nearest doctor. Are there any doctors *left* in Shinjuku?

Oh crud. It was all the womans fault. She should KNOW the DWRC dosn't take shit.

[Anastasia]

Your voice sounds different to your ears than normal, weak instead of your normal strong, assertive tone. You take a step forward...and another....and one more.

Carthrat feels a cool hand on his burned skin...Someone is holding you up.  A young man, no older than 20, helps you to a bench and you recall him using a cell phone to call medics. Your last concious memory is of being gently lifted into an amblance.

OOC: Another post in a bit.

[Anastasia]

...

White and metal. Beeping lines. Ivory, wrapped flesh. Fluid armline. That feeling that only a good morphine drip can give you.

As you wake up, all these feelings impress themselves into your blossoming awareness. Your eyes open only at the behest of a massive display of willpower, taking in these sights before passing back into sleep.

...

Sometime later...

This time, the rush to awareness is far quicker. Your eyes take in a small, private hospital room. White washed walls with large, sunny windows coexist with beeping computer ware.  From your position, you are guessing you are laying down and have been laying down for awhile.  To your right is a chair with a book face down on it, along with junk food wrappers.  

You don't hurt at all, you just feel....distant. Painkillers?

[Carthrat]

Carthrat tries to life his arm in front of his eyes.

[Anastasia]

The soft, bandaged wrapped arm lifts well enough. You can see hints of healing burns underneath the gauze.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat struggles to make some kind of voice..

"..did we crash or were we shot down?"

[Anastasia]

No one responds to your inquiry after several seconds.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat promptly falls back asleep..

[Anastasia]

Sometime later, take two...

This time, you are awakened by voices in your room. As your eyes crawl open, you see what looks to be a doctor and Shizue-chan discussing something.  Before you can react, the doctor noticies your open eyes.

"Are you awake, Mr. Tanewaki?"

[Carthrat]

"Technically, but I feel pretty dead."

To be specificic, Carthrat felt like a man of 79 who had been dead for a week, rather than a man of 452 who just got hit by a bus and was dead for 300 years.

"'zue-chan?"

[Anastasia]

"Hey, Ratty," she says in a rather different, subdued voice than usual for her. " I heard in the news about an freak explosion in Shinjuku, and well, I knew it had to be my Ratty chan," she smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "So, what did you get up to this time?"

[Carthrat]

"Heard of the DWRC?" replied Carthrat, struggling to stay away.

[Anastasia]

"DWRC? No, I can't say I have. Why?"

[Carthrat]

"It's an.. uh.. organisation I happen to work for. This was something of the line of duty."

Let's pray that stops her...

[Anastasia]

She just nods. "We can discuss this later, Ratty-chan."

She walks over and leans right by your ear. "We'll talk after you heal. I pulled some strings to get you some...help...with recovery. Otherwise, I don't even think you'd have survived 90% of your body being burned."