The man fights the pain but manages to prop himself onto an elbow and look at you. His face searches around the walls before settling on your eyes. You ask him the question again and he shakes his head.
“I woke up here. I’m guessing same as you. ‘cept you ain’t got this pain in your gut,” he says, wincing as he lays back down.
You look at the blood stain on his front which seems to be growing.