[It takes three days, and by that time he's only marginally improved. He's covered in cuts and bruises, his left leg is broken and he's got plenty of sprains and battered muscles. It's a lot of damage given he didn't actually fight anything. And that's not accounting for the hole in his gut.

Waking up is a horrible contrast between all that and the idyllic setting, but what he's really concerned about is that he has no idea where he is or how he got there. He'd expected to die. Startled, he tries to sit up, but the pain from the gunshot wound is enough to make him see stars. He yelps despite himself, falling back against the bed and trying to breathe shallowly, to avoid further jostling.]

W-what...?

[How is he alive?]