[open, if you think you'd have permission to be there]
Keyser Soze is alive and in the clinics. He is also tied down to the bed.
Things have been worse for him. He greatly prefers this state to being dead, for instance, or feargassed, even if his head is dully throbbing under all the pain medication and sedatives. His limbs feel like jelly, but that doesn't matter, because it's not like he's allowed to move them much anyway. There's a guard outside the door, and a sign attached to the frame. DANGEROUS-- TO BE OBSERVED. There are cameras too, at least four of them, at every corner of the room. The door is bolted shut.
Well.
There isn't too much to be done medical-wise, at least, other than the pain medication. Most of his aches and pains and jelly-like limbs come from being in a fresh body, living when he hasn't been used to living in a very long time. Keeping food down has been an adventure. Walking has been impossible. He's hoping he'll get better on his own, because therapy is shit. On the other hand, he's not sure what'll happen to him when he finally leaves this place.
He spends most of his time sleeping, but he's awake right now, staring at the far wall and thinking. There isn't much else he can do.
Things have been worse for him. He greatly prefers this state to being dead, for instance, or feargassed, even if his head is dully throbbing under all the pain medication and sedatives. His limbs feel like jelly, but that doesn't matter, because it's not like he's allowed to move them much anyway. There's a guard outside the door, and a sign attached to the frame. DANGEROUS-- TO BE OBSERVED. There are cameras too, at least four of them, at every corner of the room. The door is bolted shut.
Well.
There isn't too much to be done medical-wise, at least, other than the pain medication. Most of his aches and pains and jelly-like limbs come from being in a fresh body, living when he hasn't been used to living in a very long time. Keeping food down has been an adventure. Walking has been impossible. He's hoping he'll get better on his own, because therapy is shit. On the other hand, he's not sure what'll happen to him when he finally leaves this place.
He spends most of his time sleeping, but he's awake right now, staring at the far wall and thinking. There isn't much else he can do.