The Obligatory 'A Main Character Learns What Has Happened to the Other Characters while He has been Unconscious on the floor of an Airport' Scene

Timothy awoke, and stared into the nostrils of Beven.
There was a bandage over was appeared to be a bullet-wound in one of them, but the remaining nostril spaces were large enough that Timothy could see most of Beven's brain, and could deduce from the brainwaves he could see that Beven was unconscious (the fact that Beven was unconscious also helped him deduce that).
Turning to look around, Timothy saw three beds and some prison bars, and realised he was in Gore Central Hospital (which doubled as a prison to make ends meet).
Yolanda approached him.

"Where am I?" he asked (not that he didn't know where he was, it just seemed like the thing you were supposed to say in times like this).
"In Gore Central Hospital (which doubles as a prison to make ends meet)," Yolanda explained, somewhat unnecessarily, "You were brought here from the Airport by a travelling plastic elephant salesman named Chad, who was worried about you when you passed out on the floor. He brought 'the George' with you as well."

Timothy turned his head, and looked over at the bed on the other side of him. 'The George' lay there, motionless, an oxygen mask attached to the most face-like face of his cold rocky surface.

"Will... he be alright?" Timothy asked, choking back the tears welling up within him like a tear-filled well.
"Oh, yes, he's fine," Yolanda smiled, "He's actually already heading for Rangiora to get his next ship-load of plastic elephants organised for market-day in three weeks."
At this news, Timothy breathed a sigh of relief; that was good to hear.

"What about...?"
"The mafioso?" Yolanda asked, "They're fine. Well, all except Arnie, who's dead, but they didn't want come in to see you. I don't think they feel very comfortable in hospitals or something."

As she said this, she waved in a friendly manner to a passing police-officer who was walking a hand-cuffed criminal to interrogation.

"Well, thats good," Timothy said, "But I wasn't actually worried about them. What I really want to know is... who won Bingo???"
Yolanda's face grew pale, and she struggled to find words.
"I'm... so sorry, Timothy, but.... I'm afraid... that Gerald won."
"Gerald?" Timothy gasped, "That country hick??"
"No, the country hick came third," Yolanda admitted, "But he put up a good fight."
This was all too much for Timothy, and he broke down in tears.
"Ssssh, its ok, its ok," Yolanda said, putting a comforting arm around his shoulder.
They're going to give you a rematch when you're better, she thought.
"I've been waiting to put my arm around him for so long," she said.

Timothy looked up at her in incredulation, "What did you say?????"
"Uh-oh," Yolanda said, "Did I just think what I was supposed to say and then say what I was supposed to think? This is awkward."

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