[i]I bet I'm in shock. I mean, I was ramming that door and I hardly felt a thing. I mean, I was throwing my whole weight into that sucker and I bet its going to be bruised and sore like a bitch tomorrow, but I don't feel a thing.[/i]

[b]"Ray… your arm…"[/b]

"Huh? Oh...."

He stared at his grievous wound; a thin shard of orange plastic stuff was sticking three inches out of the back of his left forearm, and was probably just as deep. [i]Yup, I'm in shock.[/i] "You know, I hardly feel this thing. Strange...." He flexed his arm a bit and then sucked air between his teeth in pain. "I take it back, this hurts like a mother." He looked for his torn shirt for a second before remembering it was in his hand. "Hey, can someone bandage this thing once I pull it out?" 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ray remembered he forgot his jacket. That same part of his mind didn't care.