Weakest Link

"Where am I?" Colt squeaked as he scanned the room around him.

He had been lying on a hospital bed and many such similar white beds lay in two adjacent rows in that very room. And in those beds lay other patients who were much more badly injured compared to him.

"Aren't they…"

Colt frowned. The thought of lying in the same manner in the room as the newbies disgusted him. But surprisingly, the newbies that lay in those beds weren't new faces. He had met all of them before albeit he hadn't even exchanged their names.

'They are the ones I have fought before, aren't they?'

He had beaten them black and blue without holding back, creating the best show possible. And now, here he was, lying in the same state as them. It was as if karma had knocked him hard and was now looking back at him.

"What am I doing here?"

Colt knitted his brows. Why should he be in the same room as them? It didn't really make any sense.