Voltain now readjusted himself in the bed so his was sitting straight up against the headboard. Voltain was once again stumbling over the words to say and knew that if he didn’t say anything reasonably intelligent or intriguing she would leave and think he was a complete nut case.

“I want to thank you again for being so kind to me,” he said starting out speaking at a volume that could actually be heard “Please excuse me for my lack of words before. As you could tell I wasn’t in the greatest of shape.”

Voltain scratched his head and then rubbed his fingers across the scar; it stung and burned exceedingly badly. Voltain then began to rub his back where his other scar from his brother was.

“This actually wasn’t the first time he did this to me,” Voltain said hoping to keep her in the room for a conversation. He was longing for some kind of human contact where he didn’t get slashed at by the other party. “And I have not introduced myself yet, my name is Voltain. What book were you reading if I might ask?”