Wow. What a headache! I shook my head to try and clear my foggy eyes, and realized immediately I shouldn't have done that. Laying back down, I guessed it would be a good idea to let my head clear ~before~ I got up. I felt around my scalp to see what happened and "AARGH", there it was. A lump half the size of a full moon. How the hell did THAT happen? Last thing I remember, I was looking for WannabeXopsed today.

Let me try it again. Sloooooowly. There, at least I can sit up. Ooooh. Head is still spinning. Close eyes again.

Well, down to quintuple images, I guess I can manage to get up. Out into the main room, get people together. Cell phone, make announcement. "All dungeon residents, staff, and Masters to the main dining area RIGHT NOW". Now to get there myself.

As I wandered down the corridor, I damn near tripped over a pair of legs, sticking out of a storage room. Hmm. Mastermike. Check.... OK, strong pulse; breathing OK, airway clear, check for injuries. Big knob on his head, just like the one I'm carrying around. Still thoroughly out, so I'll just boost him up on the.....oof......shoulder, and carry him to the infirmary.

"DEE!" going into the dining room, turned, hurried over.

"Y'all know better than to move an injured person. Lay him carefully down on the table here." She gave me a dirty look. I looked back, appropriately guilty.

I moved to the next table, pulled down a chair and sat down. "When you get done doing all the diagnostic stuff I did BEFORE moving him, you can come and check my concussion over here, OK, Dee?" She turned and looked at me, an apologetic glance.

"Everybody over here. Grab a chair. A? Take a roll call. Write down everybody's name. No leaving this room, anyone. We all stay together.