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"Who told you about that!?" The Doctor said, dropping his scalpel in shock.

Sora frowned. "The voices!" he yelled.

The doctor looked confused, "That was a joke, I assume you are joking too? You need to keep the mood up in this place."

The dead man who was strapped down began moving, violently in his bed. "Don't go anywhere," he told Sora with a chuckle, "You get it... because of your legs?" he smiled, and then went over to the reanimating man. He picked up his scalpel, and replaced it in his coat with a knife, in which he stabbed through its eye. The Doctor made a noise with his tongue as he stuck the knife through the brain, and he left it there, as the man immediately stopped moving.

He walked back over to Sora, "What is your name?"

Sora smiled he was joking. "'I'm Sora! like the sky."

"Ah," he said, "I like airplanes," he said, somewhat at random. "Would you like us to put you under?"

"If it hurts a lot then yes." Sora stated.

The Doctor went to the medical bin, and pulled out a large hammer. He went over to Sora, and raised it above his head.

"...Do you not have anesthesia?" Sora asked frowning.

"Ah, they usually scream," The Doctor said, with a frown, handing Sora a few pills. "These should do."

He placed a glass of water on the nightstand.

Sora swallowed the pills, he was used to taking them without water from his own childhood.

"Oh, and... you may not wake up," The Doctor said, Sora began to feel drowsy.

"So I could be with.." Sora slurred, Bruce knew he was talking about Gregory. "Gre..." He then fell asleep.

"I can carry that for you." Wyatt offered, referring to Isabella's backpack.

Wyatt headed to the market, eager to find a shoe.

"How long will the operation take?" Bruce asked the doctor.

The Doctor giggled, "He he. Don't worry, he'll wake up afterwards. He will be ready to leave the hospital tomorrow morning. Will you be staying with me?"

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The market was the busiest place in the town, although it was organized. Tables were sorted out throughout the marketplace with labels on them. There were people with jumpsuits on that read, "MARKET STAFF," who were handing out money to people, and trading items.

A label on a table read "APPAREL," and on it there were shoes.

Wyatt hobbled over to the apparel table, and examined the shoes, looking for one that would fit nicely and was in decent enough condition. He turned to Isabella. "You can pick whatever you like. I can put whatever money is leftover from buying a shoe to getting you clothes, and maybe some bullets or something." He brought a shoe over to the market staff, and held it up in the air. "How much to buy the shoe, here?"

Due to Wyatt's luck, the best match he could find to his own shoe was a shoe two sizes larger than the other. "One shoe?" the man asked. "Is that for you?"

"Yes." Wyatt replied.

The man took the shoe. "If you could wait until tomorrow, I could fit this for you, free of charge. The shoe is just ten dollars."

Wyatt scratched his chin. "Ten dollars is a bit much, for a single shoe...How about eight?"

"Oh, jeez. I am sorry. You know? Just take it for three," the man said.

Isabella was wearing combat boots, combat fatigues and a white tank top at the moment. She picked out a black short sleeved t-shirt and an old army jacket. "This okay?" said Isabella.

Wyatt smiled. "Of course. Anything else you want to get? Shoes? Underwear?"

"I trust my combat boots. But some new underwear would be good." said Isabella.