Zone 2

Where am I? Brad asked himself. He became aware that he was not in the parking garage. He could hear a medley of voices that made no sense to him. He closed his eyes, said nothing, and lay dormant. The intermingling of voices seemed to last forever until he sensed he was lifted and placed on a sagging mattress. He could barely make out the words that seemed to be directed toward him.
"We're all glad to see you alive, Mr. Cole. It was a close call. It may well be several weeks before you fully recover. We think you'll make it."
Brad realized he was hospitalized. He croaked, "Am I still in Columbus?"
"You're at Columbus Metro Hospital." ...
"You are severely hurt. Most of us will tend to you. There is a couple here who may know you. They wanted to check on you to see how you are. They can't stay here ..."
"Who?" Brad could see faces somewhat more clearly. Suddenly, he grabbed the doctor's shoulder and yelled, "It's her! My God! How did you get here?"
He was unable to sit up. His unrestrained emotional response was pronounced as he began to roll his head insistently. Slowly, Brad was able to comprehend questions concerning what he had endured and why. Who was he? Why did this happen to him? Who was responsible?