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[captaine_sykes]

Ethan has been in and out of conciousness for the last hour or so, mind and body drifting as his system slowly but surely clears of the drugs that were pumping through him for so long. He has caught snippets of conversation; mentions of Dopaminergics, enzyme inhibitors, Methylphenidate, soporific drugs and other such medical terms that mean

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[angelica_jinx]

There had been plenty of people to visit Sykes from the time that he first came in. People that knew him better. People he considered friends. Angel wasn't so sure she fell in that category but he was there for her, or tried to be, when she found out about Logan. It was such a randomly sweet gesture despite the awkwardness. How could she not volunteer to help take care of him? There were still so many people injured after the attack. They just didn't have the man power

[captaine_sykes]

There's no response at first and then a voice, one that Ethan recognises or at least thinks he does. Female, maybe Emma? Or perhaps it is Doctor Hope? Anyway they've asked him to sit up. It takes a couple of moments but he finally forces his eyes to open, wincing at the sharp overhead lights and the sudden brightness. He keeps his right arm over his eyes, shielding them but really it's not all that different to the normal lighting of the room; but the place where Ethan had been kept wasn't exactly well lit and his perception of dark and light has been thrown off just a tad

[angelica_jinx]

"You don't--" She started to object when he tried to sit up. Instead she moved the remote that controlled the bed to his lap. He probably shouldn't move too much but she wouldn't get on him unless he tried to get up or something.

Waiting until he managed to take a sip, before she sat down in the chair next to his bed. "How do you feel? Does anything hurt? Does everything hurt?"

[captaine_sykes]

Ah. Yes. Remote. Ethan knew that really. He plucks it out of his lap and thumbs over the controls, setting the bed into a more upright position before taking a sip of water. it's still not enough to help with his throat really and the cold water feels great against his parched throat so Ethan drains the cup of water as quickly as possible so he can answer Angel.

"Y-eah." He croaks, clearing his throat and licking at his dry lips. "Feel like I've gone ten rounds with a bucking bronco, but apart from that just fine and dandy." Ethan glances around the room.

"What happened?"