Joey Tarot felt like he was lying on a very soft surface. Last time he could remember, there was a hard road beneath his back. The same was the case with back of his head. Now it was replaced by a pillow and the smell of moisture was replaced by the smell of antiseptics. He tore open his eyes with force to see himself on a gurney. He was in a medical facility and he didn’t know how he got to there. He had got unconscious right after he was shot on his waist. Joey remembered who had left him vulnerable there. The mercenary from Idaho Passersby. He couldn’t feel the bullet inside his waist anymore. It was a thing to be glad about, but he didn’t know who had paid the hospital for removing his bullet. He pulled out his hand, looked at injection's tiny wound and put his hand on waist. It was covered by bandages and there was a huge bump of dressing where he had been shot. He touched his waist because he could feel no bullet in there. He couldn’t feel the bullet; not even bandages wrapped around it due to courtesy to anesthetics. His smile vanished when he realized he couldn’t even feel his legs. He waited for another minute for anesthesia's effect to get mild in order to move himself in a better and comfortable position. He already was awake, and he had heard that when anesthesia gets mild, then person wakes up. After waking up it was going to take no time in being quiet normal. But he couldn’t feel anything below his waist. Joey forced his upper body up and tried to pull his leg but the leg felt like it was no more part of his body which was movable. He was manhandling it until the limb dropped out of bed and he didn’t even realize when he had dropped it. The limb hung on his waist and on the bed's edge like a pendulum. His lower body was paralyzed. Joey was shocked in horror. Now he had no interest in finding how he was in hospital. He wanted to scream, but his throat felt uncomfortable. His mouth was dry, and he was desperate to drink some water. It was only a matter of time when a nurse came in and helped him get back on his bed. She made him drink water. After he felt like he had drunk enough water, he gasped, "Am I crippled?" She didn’t want to answer it, so she answered him with a nod. Joey's eyes widened in horror. "Who put me in here?" he said in a terrified voice. "Your brother found you somewhere, shot." She said and got ready to go. Joey seized her arm and asked again, "When did he take me here?" "Two nights ago." Then she went out of the room. I don’t have any brother. Tarot said to himself.