PREVIOUSLY: I was almost completely out of it when I felt someone pick me up. I tried to move my head to see who but it was no use. My eyelids grew heavy as the person started walking with me still in their arms. Soon everything faded. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Romeo is banished. There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, in that word's death. No words can that woe sound." - A quote from Romeo & Juliet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up in a bed. Not my bed. The place had a strange vibe to it that I couldn't explain. I sat up and realized that the pain was gone. Was it all a dream? No.. If it was I wouldn't be shirtless with a bandage wrapped around my waist. I went to get up but fell on my ass. "Where am I?" I asked myself, completely confused and not sure if I was dreaming or dead... something like that. "Oh, you're awake. That's good." The man said with a straight face. I jumped. Holy shit! That guy just came out of nowhere! "W! ho are you?" I asked, trying to hide my fear. He shook his head with a smirk. "A simple 'thanks' would be nice. The name's Paul. Paul Wesley. You were pretty beaten up.." He motioned towards my bandage. "Would you care to tell me why my head is pounding and my throat is burning like the depths of hell?" I said kind of cold. I didn't want him to think I was weak. He nodded and handed me a small mirror. "This might startle you.." I took the mirror and looked up at him, confused as to what I was supposed
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