Ratchet's stuggling slowly came to an end as the coughing took over. He clutched his chest, the pain shooting through his ribs. Okay, this sucked. He was injured, sick, trapped in a hospital, and too weak to escape. Fuck all kinds of duck.

"I...want...out of...here..." He wheezed and looked up at the doctor with a weak glare. Why the hell was he here? Who brought him here? He was going to kick someones ass for this.