Town Hall: Savage, Topher, Scarlet
The questions that was asked by Topher went in one ear and out the other. The man was was still not entirely sure he wasn't staring at a ghost. It wasn't until Amber was talking to him like she was that reigned Savage in. His focus was completely on the woman before him. His blood soaked fingers touching her skin, only to see small red smears. That made Savage stomach wretch in agony.
Marcus let Amber take over and push him to sitting on a bed, and the only look he could offer to the woman was one of a whipped dog. She was in all this pain thinking he was gone. His own pain trying to surface, though he kept it pushed down.
With out a second glance to the doctor, he spoke. "I don't know..." His normally cold blue eyes finally shifted to the doctor. "I haven't the faintest idea how I even got here." Shifting he started pulling the shirt he was wearing up over his head, figuring a smart person would aim for large mass on a body.