Zander woke to a dully lit room. Every part of him was in some sort of pain. His shoulders ached and he was sure they were broken. His neck ached and he moved his head to make sure it wasn't broken. A sharp pain radiated through his brain and the blood beat in his ears. He closed his eyes and moved his hands to rub his temples. Immediatly he realized something was very wrong. his left hand reached where it was meant to, but his right didn't. Zander's eyes shot open and the blood drained from his face. He looked at his right arm. He turned it, hoping he was imagining this, but nothing changed. It was missing from midway through his forearm. His heart began beating faster. Now freaking out, he pulled the blanket from his legs and his fear was confirmed. His right leg was also missing. Just above his knee it was cut off. Zander sat up and winced from a sharp pain in his ribs. They must have been broken as well. Slowly and painfully, he leaned back into the pillows and pulled the blanket back over him, covering his only remaining leg. When he'd gone back to Hotel Dusk that day, however long ago it was now, this had been the farthest from his mind from happening. He had figured that if he'd be injured ot would have been because of someone in the Hotel not because of the Hotel itself.
"Fuck..." He mumbled. His voice was raspy from inderuse. The door to his rooom opened and a tall man in a long white coat walked in.