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Oscar opened his eyes and looked around. He had no idea where he was and just laid there; he had no desire to get up and his arm was still killing him to try and gather strength to sit up. He was in a dark room of some sort with a dimly lit lamp that showed a desk piled with papers. The door opened a few seconds later, the door opened and the woman from before set an empty, smelly bucket on the floor. Oscar wrinkled his nose at the smell and the woman flicked the light on, making Oscar squint. “Oh good, you’re awake. I know you kept telling me not to call the ambulance, but you’ve been in here for three hours. Trent came to check on you since he remembered sending you up here and you never came back down. I decided that if you were still out when I got back from the sea lion show I was gonna call the ambulance anyway.” Oscar just nodded, feeling nauseous. The woman -Kyle- watched him for a moment and then grabbed something off of the desk and held it out to him. “Some person named