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[There's some interesting groaning heard over the journal as a certain government officer comes to, rolling and accidentally knocking said book open along with the rustling of unfamiliar silk sheets. It takes a few seconds for him to register the fact that he isn't in his own room, but once he reaches that realization he's sitting bolt upright and instinctively searching for a weapon.
Calm down, Turbo. With a deep breath he manages to relax, hand rubbing his eyes before reaching down to touch the bandages stretched across his torso. Huh. Well, he knew one thing: this sure as hell wasn't the clinic--not unless they'd decided to upscale the place, anyway. Only then do the memories of attacking Claire a few days ago come back to him--not exactly the morale boost he'd been hoping for.
There's a sigh, followed by more violent rustling as aforementioned sheets are tossed aside so that he can climb his way out of the unfamiliar bed. He doesn't exactly make it to his feet though, instead pausing while still seated on the edge of the bed to reach down and retrieve the fallen journal]
Just great.
Calm down, Turbo. With a deep breath he manages to relax, hand rubbing his eyes before reaching down to touch the bandages stretched across his torso. Huh. Well, he knew one thing: this sure as hell wasn't the clinic--not unless they'd decided to upscale the place, anyway. Only then do the memories of attacking Claire a few days ago come back to him--not exactly the morale boost he'd been hoping for.
There's a sigh, followed by more violent rustling as aforementioned sheets are tossed aside so that he can climb his way out of the unfamiliar bed. He doesn't exactly make it to his feet though, instead pausing while still seated on the edge of the bed to reach down and retrieve the fallen journal]
Just great.