You heard sirens, and you think you can still hear them, just now out of reach. Everything is so bright, so blinding. How can people live out here?
The doctors tell your friends that it is difficult to say if it was just the trauma of being shot, the suddenness of being forced out of your room, or a combination of other factors, but you've gone completely bananas. You just lay in your hospital bed, squinting, sometimes moaning. No one is willing to come forward to claim you as kin, so it seems you'll be living in the mental ward until they can find out how to discharge you into the streets.