Eighteen Stitches † [accidental video]
[The feed turns on with an all-too-familiar BZZZZZT. However, the shock goes unnoticed by the intended recipient. Instead, the communicator is deliberately propped up against something else - a chair most like, as before now he'd be silently observing the network. The individual in question is in the corner directly across from the device, seated in his own chair. Not that he'd notice it's begun recording him: he's fast asleep, knees tucked to his chest, leaning his side against the blackened wall.
Though, it does seem to be a bit of an odd circumstance to be caught sleeping in. The hems of his clothing are soaked with slowly melting snow and ice, even a bit muddy. Propped up against the wall rests an equally unkempt looking shovel, well-used and weathered, as well as a broken broom. But besides from the prolonged shivering and occasional shudder, nothing really... happens, or is going to; just continues on with fitfully sleeping. Nothing to see here, folks.
The video eventually times out.]
(ooc: commentlogs welcome to anyone in the hospital. or not, even!)
Though, it does seem to be a bit of an odd circumstance to be caught sleeping in. The hems of his clothing are soaked with slowly melting snow and ice, even a bit muddy. Propped up against the wall rests an equally unkempt looking shovel, well-used and weathered, as well as a broken broom. But besides from the prolonged shivering and occasional shudder, nothing really... happens, or is going to; just continues on with fitfully sleeping. Nothing to see here, folks.
The video eventually times out.]
(ooc: commentlogs welcome to anyone in the hospital. or not, even!)