texts: No, Mr. Lounds. You'll be just fine. </s> <s> My back hurts, my skin. Did I get burned? I hope to God I'm not burned. </s> <s> Burned? Burned. No. You just rest there. I'll be right back.
labels: Let me lie down.  Listen, I want to call my office. My God, I'm in a Stryker frame.  My back's broken. Tell me the truth.