[Dreamer128]

(Philbert Sigismund Wolf)

Stunned and suffering from a number of second- and third-degree burn wounds, you finally drift into blissful unconsciousness. After an indeterminable amount of time, you awaken to find a young woman kneeling next to you. Even in the semi-dark, you can see her lips moving, but no sounds of any kind reach your ears for the first few seconds.
,,..still alive.'' A small medical flashlight briefly blinds you, but much to your dismay, you find it impossible to blink.
,,He's in bad shape'', she concludes, talking to someone outside your field of view. You can't hear the answer, but it obviously isn't to her liking. ,,Dead hostages are of no use to us.'', she snaps, then turns and softly slaps you in the face. ,,Can you hear me?'', she asks. ,,Don't worry, the effects of the blast should wear off any moment.''