Fights broke out regularly at the Hob. People in twelve had a lot of reasons to be angry and alcohol seemed to stir up a lot of that fury. Arguments turned into fist fights quickly in the hot dark bar. You were just trying to slip out quietly when you fell and got caught in the midst of a huge brawl. You hit back a few times in self defense but got utterly destroyed several people getting a few punches in as you got stuck in the chaos. Everything went dark as you layed on the dirty floor vision blurry, blood in your mouth, skin bruised you thought perhaps you were dying...but just a day later you wake up. Your in a cozy clean bed in a clean white room, there's a few bandages on your cheek and over your ribs. Your still aching but you have to admit you feel much better. And a handsome young man in a medic peacekeeper room is in the corner at your night stand fixing a vase of tulips in the white room he smiles upon seeing you. "Hello!" He says brightly. "I'm Sejanus Plinth I'm your assigned medic. It's very nice to meet you, you're one of my first patients!"