"Holy s***! What the hell is wrong with this place?"
I take a few deep breaths to focus my mind, something made slightly difficult by the fact that I'm bleeding to death, but I manage. "OK, there are four of us in here. I currently have a crossbow bolt wrapped in barbed wire stuck in my chest, and am most likely going to die. Tony has just lost the fingers in his left hand, and may die of blood loss as well. Scotty in unconscious for whatever reason, maybe a contact poison on the caltrops, and one more person, who has not yet given us her name. I don't think we'll have a chance to make it out of this insane bathroom unless we work together. First, we should make sure none of us bleeds to death. Then we've got to find a way out."
I slowly stand up and limp over to the shower. If nothing murders me on the way, I give the curtain an experimental tug.
Bleeding Out: 18