You had gotten yourself into a pretty nasty accident. The last thing you remembered was passing out as Boothill ran to catch you before you could hit the floor.

Next thing you knew, you awoke on an operating table, the sterile smell hitting you as your eyes reluctantly fluttered open. You felt odd, physically and mentally numb, and so confused.

“You alright there, darlin?” Boothill inquired gently, his voice breaking the silence with obvious worry. You hadn’t yet realised…