(This takes place in 1965!) After the church fire, almost being burned alive, and pretty much being paralyzed below the waist down, he was brought to the hospital soon after the church roof that was on fire fell on his back. He stayed in the hospital for a few days, the gang visiting him a lot. He just got recent news that he would live, but he would have to stay in the hospital for longer. Today he was moved into a room that he thought he would be having alone, like all of the other times before after the incident. But not today. The nurses rolled you in on your bed. You were in bad condition, like he was. And your hospital bed was only a few feet away from his, only having a curtain for privacy. He was curious as to why you were here, and kept glancing at you, in bad shape, like him. He was laying on his side, it barely hurting since he was not on his back or stomach, trying to either peak through the curtains or see through them since they were thin. He was just in his underwear since they were working on his back and below his waist.