I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell, I know right now you can't tell...
Ray, having been raised as a hardcore Baptist, is not a drinker. If he was, he might liken the tap-danced-on-by-pachyderms feeling in his head to that of an exceptionally bad hangover. As it is, his still reeling brain comes up with a few choice adjectives, most of which involve four letters. This is not something he's missed about his former days.
Groggy with pain (and probably a sedative or two), he takes a minute to try to collect his thoughts before opening his eyes. Neither is terribly easy. However, once he manages to fight through the receding chaos and muster the energy, something immediately registers as Not Right.
The fluorescent lighting, the too-clean stark white walls, the steel-railed bed...
Oh God...
Coherent thought isn't a possibility just yet. Instead, memories flood his already battered brain, triggering a sudden intake of breath, flexing of muscles, and a sharp, ragged scream as the word "hospital" burns inside his mind. Fear, raw and potent courses through his veins, the adrenaline rush lending him strength and sudden mobility that he's too panicked to even notice.
It takes several tense minutes, three orderlies, and a nice strong sedative to shut him up again. He may be small, but Ray is surprisingly strong for his size. The Velcro restraints are probably going to have to be replaced, unless someone can come in and get him to calm down long enough to explain things to him.
(anyone interested in providing medical assistance, feel free to jump in)
Groggy with pain (and probably a sedative or two), he takes a minute to try to collect his thoughts before opening his eyes. Neither is terribly easy. However, once he manages to fight through the receding chaos and muster the energy, something immediately registers as Not Right.
The fluorescent lighting, the too-clean stark white walls, the steel-railed bed...
Oh God...
Coherent thought isn't a possibility just yet. Instead, memories flood his already battered brain, triggering a sudden intake of breath, flexing of muscles, and a sharp, ragged scream as the word "hospital" burns inside his mind. Fear, raw and potent courses through his veins, the adrenaline rush lending him strength and sudden mobility that he's too panicked to even notice.
It takes several tense minutes, three orderlies, and a nice strong sedative to shut him up again. He may be small, but Ray is surprisingly strong for his size. The Velcro restraints are probably going to have to be replaced, unless someone can come in and get him to calm down long enough to explain things to him.
(anyone interested in providing medical assistance, feel free to jump in)