3. Vomit

At least he had time alone and with light! So what to do, if you have no idea who you are? He searched his pockets with difficulty and found a wallet. He stilled. He took a deep breath and opened it. There where a few coins, bills and an ID card. He moved closer to the candle and studied the unfamiliar face. 'Good looking' he thought. Blue-brown eyes, which he couldn't see in the picture, but that was what was said in the description. '184 cm tall', yeah, he noticed that the only man standing was a bit shorter than him although he looked tall, so he himself had to be on the taller side. '80 Kilo.'

He looked like he was slim, but had muscles- or he wouldn't have been able to walk till here, with something rammed in his head. The date of birth didn't bring him any new discovery, because he had no idea which year it was.

Then he saw the name, there was a scratch in the plastic of the card so he had to strain his eyes to see it.

He whispered 'Jack Laine'. He felt a chill as he thought of the Jack who helped him, after he woke up.

Sure, there could be many Jacks and the Jack that helped him didn't look a bit like the picture on his own ID ... but it's kind of strange that he has the same name. It's strange that the hysterical woman did not react as he shouted for a doctor, but that could be a coincidence.

'Or'..... he raised his hands in the direction of his head. As his hand drew nearer his heartbeat sped up and he felt fuzzy, but he clenched his teeth, he had to know the extent of his injury, so he put the ID card away. He touched his face at first, to see if there was a problem, there was none, then he inched in snail-pace upwards to the metal thing. His heart drummed in his head and he had to sit on the floor because of the dizziness. He felt like this wasn't his body, like he touched someone else's head.

Finally he touched the metall, and he felt like vomiting again, the surroundings began to spin. After he groped around he found that there was a pole in his head. No, it goes through his head. It entered the right side of his forehead and came out on the left side above his neck. On each end there were about 5 cm that looked out of his head

It goes all the way through his brain. He couldn't hold back and vomited till he couldn't move.

As he lay in his vomit he asked himself 'How am I still alive?'.

He had heard (no idea from where) about people who had freak accidents with something through their brain and survived somehow, so it should be possible.

'But that doesn't mean that this is fun and play, gotta get this shit out of my head' But that wasn't a problem where pulling out would be a solution.

"You alright?" asked the man from before as he knocked lightly on the door.

"Not.....really....everywhere....vomit" he managed to get out.

"Yes....we heard....." He paused, "We are moving, to an apartment upstairs, are you coming too? Oh and not because of your vomit but you saw the toilet is not in a good condition even before you came." He peeked his head through the door and grimaced.

"....."

"Understood...which.... apartment?" he croaked.

"On the first floor upstairs." the man answered

"Coming....later...."

The man understood and went on his way, he could hear the stairs creak as they went up. He didn´t know if this was a good idea, what if the building sunk more into the ground, but if that happend the ground floor was maybe a worse choice.

He blacked out again and woke up in darkness, he needed some time till he remembered where he was, the smell of vomit helped him.