[ He wakes up in a hospital bed, shooting to sitting position before pain knocked him back down to the bedsheets. He looked around with what little strength he had to the hospital beds around him. ]
[ Lots of panting and gasping. He's tired from all the volunteer work and pretty much exhausted. He swallows to try to speak. He speaks between gasps of air. ] Does anyone... Know how to tune? My ATs... Have dirt in the... Wheels.
[ He's just trying to settle into this place by buying clothes, groceries and just anything he should need. He's got a large stack in his arms so he can't very well see. Oh, he's also very lost ]