From Desert With Gun

       Max dragged his body forward, every move he made instantly transformed into a pain in the ass, literally. He had been walking in the desert for half a day without supplies and water, the only thing he had was a hand gun shoved against his hip. The steel burned him under the direct sun flare. His mouth dry as a sandpaper, his movement slow as a camel. The only way out of this was to find a place with water or a town with people, or die.
       It was after he passed out on the doorstep to a small town when Kat saw him. She half-dragged half-carried him to her house, fed him water, risen him in bath and looked after him personally till he woke up the next morning.
       Max was surprised to be alive, he remembered being too excited and thought he was going to die of a heart attack before any help arrived. Luck had been on his side. Ever since his team were ambushed and took out by a band of desert raiders, the only thing he could thought of was death, and survival.
       He tried to sit up but the pain from sunburn and exhaustion electrified his muscles. His eyes was blurry when scanning the room, and he saw Kat slept on an armchair, he blinked rapidly trying to moist the eyes, then he saw this pretty lady in blonde hair and a purple dress. He thought about waking her but decided not to and went back to rest.

       Max awoke to the sound of water being poured into a cup, he looked aside and there stood Kat with a smile. "Hey, you are awake. Are you feeling better? You were seriously dehydrated when I found you. Here, drink more water."
       She held his head up slightly and fed him water, the touch was skillful, like a nurse.
       "Where am I? Who are you?"
       "Relax, you are in Lieberman and I am Kat, a nurse here, would you like to lie down now?"
       "Yeah, thanks. So, how bad am I."
       "You are hanging up quite well, but you were fried pretty deep out there, I think you would have to undergo at least three months of just lying on bed. But don't worry, I will take care of you."
       "Thanks, now, do you know anything about bandits around ---" Max coughed violently, the pain inflicted in his body multiplied and magnified, and he passed out again.
 
       Max woke up stripped against a chair, his mouth sealed by duct tape.

[Was Max hallucinating? Why was he in the desert with Kat around? Who were the raiders? Where is Lieberman?]