When I woke up, there was a doctor in my room. He held what looked like a pick, and held it up to my nose. As he inserted it, I blew my nose, hard. The object was now gross and sticky, and I paid by a slap across my face. I didn’t care, though. I got up and ran, hearing a gun cock behind me. Luckily, the shot barely missed me as I flung open my window and jumped out, landing on the ground less than gracefully.