As David woke up, he felt a strange feeling in his hand. As he looked at it, he looked with horror. A large, sharp piece of wood had stabbed his hand and it was stuck. He was in too much shock to cry in pain, so he was just looking at his hand in shock and horror. Dark red oozed from his hand. Drip. Drip. Drip.

He yelled in pain. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He grabbed onto one end of the wood, and, still yelling in pain, pulled the wood out of his hand. "Someone...Bandage.." He managed to say. "Rip off...A part of your shirt..." He grit his teeth, staring at the hole in his hand. The blood continued to come out, dripping onto his yellow jacket.