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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Blind Azathoth" data-source="post: 3432847" data-attributes="member: 22041">Roland groans as he awakens with a searing pain in his eyes and thudding pains in his head and chest. "What... what's goin' on?" he manages to croak, eyes slowly grinding open. "W...why are my words green?"A young, dark-haired man in a white coat hovers above Roland. "Ah, Mr. Hawkling, you're awake. Good. My name is Dr. Clayton Obarsky, and this is Cormyr County Hospital. Do you know why you're here, Roland?""What...no... I don't remember anything," Roland replies, groggily. "No...wait. Where's the warehouse? The gnome? The woman with the...polearm...thing..."Dr. Obarsky raises an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I don't know anything about any warehouse. Do you remember the incident in the coffee shop, Mr. Hawkling?"Roland closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head."You were in a coffee shop downtown when you began...well...touching people, and shouting you were curing their wounds. You seemed rather insistent that they were 'light' wounds, as well. Many of the customers were very frightened by your outburst, and a young woman took it rather personally when you began attempting to cure wounds apparently inflicted on her... upper torso, shall we say."Roland opens his eyes for the express purpose of blinking in confusion at the doctor."She sprayed you in the face with a can of mace. That would be the burning you should be feeling on your eyes. Her companion also rather zealously rose to her defense and proceeded to beat the crap out of you before calling the authorities. That would be the soreness...all over your body. And speaking of the authorities, this is Officer Milo."The face of a rather scrawny police officer drifts into Roland's view. The cop smiles. "Evening, Mr. Hawkling.""Evening?" Roland says tiredly. "Yes. We broke into the warehouse in the evening..."Milo chuckles. "Broke into a warehouse, eh? Well, we'll have to talk about that too a little later, Mr. Hawkling.""The good officer was just leaving," Dr. Obarsky says, ushering Milo out. "We're keeping you overnight for observation to make certain your injuries are not so severe. He'll be back tomorrow to talk with you, and then...well...we may have to go see a different kind of doctor upstairs," he says, and Milo chuckles and makes a "crazy" gesture with his finger before disappearing out of the room. "But you just rest for now, Mr. Hawkling. Your dinner will be in soon. Here, let me turn off the lights...probably be easier on your eyes."The room now darkened, Dr. Obarsky disappears."Something," Roland observes to thin air, "is very wrong here. And why are my words green?"* * *As Nurse Tymora pushes open the door to Roland Hawkling's room, she smiles artificially and says cheerfully, "Chicken tonight, Mr. Hawkling. Like chicken?"Then her eyes settle upon Roland's bed—Roland's empty bed—before drifting to the open window."Aw, crap."* * *Roland flees into the night, limping slightly as he crosses a darkened street near the hospital. He was pretty sure he hadn't hurt anything too severely in the leap from the second floor, and his legs weren't screaming in pain whenever he took a step, so they were probably not broken. Sure, it had been a risk jumping out of a second story window, but he had calculated the chance of breaking a limb and found it to be in his favor, and sure enough he had escaped with little more than what felt like a sprain. Besides, he had to find out what was going on--had to find the others."Still not sure how I got this thing off, though," he muses aloud as he glances at the handcuff attached to his wrist, the other end of which had simply slipped off the bed when he pulled against it. "Guess the lock was malfunctioning. Or maybe I'm just lucky..."He laughs quietly and runs on.</blockquote>

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