Dawn reaches the world once more.

The sky had turned blue once again, signifying the start of the day. But for one man this wasn't a pleasant awakening...

"Ugh, that fucking hurts!" He said as they stood up from the warm bed he had been sleeping on. He clutched his left arm in pain and barely felt the touch of his own hand on his cold arm.

"What the hell happened last night? All I remember is the sounds of gunshots and slowly bleeding out on the street," The man said while looking up at the ceiling above his bed.

"That's because I had to drag your dumbass back to my place, Mort." Someone said standing out of his view. The man didn't jump up in surprise, but acted as if the voice wasn't real.

"Ugh, can the voices in my head just shut the fuck up for once?" Mort said as he attempted to grab new clothing, only to find women's clothes in what he had assumed was his closet.

"Ugh jeez dipshit, it's rude to just go and fish through the closet of the woman who has had her hands full with trying her damn best all night to stop you from bleeding out!"

The man slowly turned his head towards to voice he has been hearing to dismiss it and to write it off as a 'silly hallucination' and that this was all a 'dream', but surprisingly a tall woman with brown curly hair, dressed in black and wearing stylish black boots was standing behind him.

"Alright, I know people often say that the voices in your head are real and all that conspiracy bullshit, but I didn't expect the voice in my head to be a tall goth woman."

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Mort analyzed the woman who was standing in front of him. She seemed slightly peeved by Mort looking at her but appeared relieved nonetheless.

Mort tried to stretch his left arm forward to touch her but to no avail. He tried again and again until giving up. He looked at his left arm to see stitches running around it. The sharp pain running across his arm had not settled since he woke up and only worsened with every attempted movement.

"Alright, either this is a nightmare, or a freaky goth woman has kidnapped me and done some vile experimentation on me while I was asleep." He said while continuing his attempts to move his left arm but stopping immediately due to the sheer intense pain he felt.

"First of all, fuck you for calling me freaky and secondly, you shouldn't move that arm too much. I barely sewed it back on in time, so it's gonna take a bit for you to be able to move it again and IT'S GONNA HURT," She said while pointing to the stitchmarks and the slight change in skin color.

"If I could, I would've given you Painkillers to soothe the pain but I ran out a while ago and didn't expect this to happen. Also it took me a while to sow the nerves back together and stop your bleeding."

"Alright, so a hot goth doctor sowed my arm back on and PRECISELY SOWED MY NERVES TOGETHER and I have no idea when this happened. Makes total sense." Mort said while looking for more damage on his body. He touched his abdomen with just a light touch, but sharp pain was felt the moment he did.

"Yeah there were a LOT of splinters I had to pull out of your abdomen and a LOT of nerves that I had to reconnect." She said while starting to clean up her first aid supplies. Mort sighed and looked at the woman while she was cleaning up.

"...I'll ignore the so-called magician who reattached my nerves so precicely that my arm will work again. On another note what happened yesterday?" Mort asked the woman as she was finishing up with cleaning up her supplies. She looked back at him with a baffled expression.

"You mean you DON'T REMEMBER LAST NIGHT?!" She frantically shouted at him. She dropped everything she was doing and sat down on the chair behind him.

"Uh, I think I would remember if I lost both my arm and got stabbed. So please indulge me with what I missed, miss...?" Mort said while trying to pull his arms away from the woman's grip to no success.

"Sarah, Sarah Crow" She said with a slight annoyance in her gaze as if this wasn't the first time this occured.

"Alright it all started like this..."