Thursday Febrary 26, 1953 (Morning)

[sands_in_mexico]

[Sheldon was wide awake and now trying to move around. His ribs, arms, back and legs still hurt but laying there doing nothing never helped the muscles much. He sat up slowly, using his right arm to support his ribs and to keep from moving around too quickly, he had to move. He shifted his position and pulled the blankets off his slight frame to stand. The cool air hit his body like a hammer and a wince came to his face.]

Damn it's cold.

[His bare feet softly padded the hard concrete floor that sent a chill up his spine. It wasn't something he was used to but the cold and feeling the cold did alert him that he was still alive and welcomed it as he leaned over slightly to look out the window.]