[color=f26522][h3]Gregory Irving[/h3][hr][/color] It was no alarm, but the steady beep of plugged in monitors had its own way of rousing Gregory. Opening his eyes was painful enough, artificial light stinging, and his mouth felt like a desert. [i]‘[color=f26522]How long’s it been?[/color]’[/i] he wondered as he locked around as best he could without moving too much. 

The other beds were filled with unmoving patients, and he shivered a bit as he noticed the black X’s that marked each of their necks. Sure… they could all just be peacefully asleep, but they were Aberrations, so it must have been some sort of miracle he was witnessing. A deep breath only caused his dry throat to itch, and he grimaced a bit after a rasped cough.

Evidently the sound was enough to attract a bit of attention, and he shifted his head to look at the source. A nurse, hands clenched to the table’s edge hard enough that her fingers had begun to turn white. His attempt to sit up didn’t seem to help matters much, nor did his scowl once he realized she certainly wasn’t going to help him. 

With both hands, he managed to prop himself up despite the pain that flared with each movement. As the blanket finally rolled off him, Gregory could finally see just what had put him into the hospital. Wrappings circled around his waist numerous times, creating a tight pressure that held layers of gauze against the wound on the left side of his waist. 

Grogginess and pain made for a difficult time to calm down, and it didn’t help that his mind wasn’t all too calm either. Annoyance and anger surged as he remembered the idiots, both of them, responsible for putting him and who knew how many others in here. The former began to win out as, despite how hard he tried, there wasn’t much to his memory about exactly who was responsible for triggering the trigger-itchy idiot. He should have, but details seemed to slip from him and he looked towards the IV drips stuck into his arm with a weak glare.

Considering how the other Aberrations were completely out of it and glassy-eyed though, Gregory figured he could live with the dazed sensation. “[color=f26522]What’s up with’em?[/color]” he finally asked the nurse, interrupting her work yet again. Despite the coughs that followed his question, it wasn’t all too surprising that she only twitched a bit, but otherwise completely ignored him. A few ginger pokes convinced him that the wound wasn’t bad enough, and even the hiss that leaked when he swung his legs over the bedside didn’t dissuade Gregory. A hand grabbed the IV drip stand for support before he hauled his ass off the bed and made his way towards the room’s exit.

Surprisingly he wasn’t stopped nor were their soldiers flanking either side of the doors as they slid open. Movement and activity brought a bit more clarity and focus, enough that Gregory could notice the reactions his presence garnered. “[color=f26522]The hell?[/color]” he muttered as he looked between the various staff members in sight, and seeing none that seemed particularly enthused that a “patient” was up and about again. Figuring none of them were going to give him a straight answer and he might as well just save himself the annoyance of not getting any answers, Gregory trudged down the hall at random. The stand’s wheels squeaked as it rolled alongside him, grating to the ears, and it was another thing to be relieved about as he finally happened upon a drinking fountain. 

With that problem taken care off, Gregory wasn’t actually entirely sure of what to do next. They’d clamped the cuffs to him, so he couldn’t exactly wander around as he pleased. He still had a damn bullet hole in his gut, so anything too strenuous was right out… Fuck going back to lay down in that bed though… 

With that much decided at the least, he figured he might as well get to know the hospital’s layout. Might still get shocked to death for wandering into some restricted area, but hopefully someone with some idea of what was happening would come find him soon enough. Assuming they cared enough… which was probably a fairly dumb assumption to have considering all that’d happened, and wasn’t that depressing. Shaking his head a few times, Gregory started to trudge along once more and the squeak of ungreased wheels accompanied him to the general annoyance of, well, everyone. Probably.