You wake up in a hospital bed in a private room. You're confused the most you remember is trying to make it to the homeless shelter before the spots filled up too fast due to the incoming storm.

"Don't mess with the IV. You will hurt yourself." Dick said from the corner of the room. He has his arms crossed and is wearing a heavy winter jacket he is looking at you with one eye open. "Do you have anywhere to go? You where passed out in the middle of the storm. Do you have a name?"