Hades moke up in a hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. To his right a blood pack hooked up to his arm, B-? Huh... Behind that a heart rate monitor beeped, Hades always hated those things. The constant beeping annoyed him. Looking to his left his bloodied clothes. His slacks and white silk gloves where stained red with blood, that would wash out. However his jacket, waistcoat, shirt and tie all had holes straight through them. Damn they were expensive, atleast my shoes are ok... Looking down he saw his hospitol gown. Under it was the improvised cauterisation, over it the stitches of the surgeons after they patched his sorry ass up. He heard a chuckle from the other side of the room, his old friend, Dragon stepped out of the shadows...