After a mission gone wrong, you were condemned to a hospital. Despite all your flailing and barking, the blood that gushed out of your wound unsurprisingly knocked you out.

Your brain felt like it had been churned into slush, the morphine running through your body made your head spin. You squinted at Kyle, wiping the drool from your chin.

“Hey.” Kyle greeted. “You good to play Uno?” He placed the deck in your lap, he was bored to death waiting for you to wake up. You owed him this.