Room 438, midafternoon
After a little bit of time talking to various people who seemed as clueless as he was, Tom had excused himself and headed back to where he had woke up. His shoulder was hurting a lot and he was afraid he was going to bleed through the dressing on it if he didn't get it changed.
Changing it though was easier said than done -- it hurt to strip off his shirt and he didn't even want to contemplate how much it was going to hurt to take the actual bandage off.
The only good thing was he'd found a really well equipped first aid kit in one of the drawers in the night stand. Along with a lot of other things he wasn't going to think about too closely.
[ooc: for one in particular]
Changing it though was easier said than done -- it hurt to strip off his shirt and he didn't even want to contemplate how much it was going to hurt to take the actual bandage off.
The only good thing was he'd found a really well equipped first aid kit in one of the drawers in the night stand. Along with a lot of other things he wasn't going to think about too closely.
[ooc: for one in particular]