After an hour passed, they finally turned off the lights and the noise in the box. They pulled Josh out and took him to the infirmary, checking his vitals and treating him for dehydration. A quick IV was all he got then he was brought back to the general population area. He was weak and couldn't really stand so he did his best to make it to one of the tables and benches. Josh was vulnerable like this, weak and in the open but the guards would never give him the courtesy of being put in his cell to try and rest this off. Why would they, after what he did to get into the box in the first place. His usual smart ass self couldn't find the energy to muster even a mental insult for them on the subject of being hit with their own weapon. He was exhausted physically and mentally after the box, as anyone would be. Though he couldn't see with his own eyes, he felt many eyes on him, like a wounded animal in a room full of hungry beasts. The analogy wasn't that far off from reality.