[color=f26522][h3]Gregory Irving[/h3][hr][/color] It was no alarm, but the familiar and steady beep of plugged in electronics roused Gregory once again. His eyes stung from the artificial light when he forced them open, and his entire body ached. What parts did not were only because he could not feel them at all. For a moment he thought about looking around, but the familiar ceiling hinted at what he would see, so Gregory closed his eyes instead. 

That did not help nearly as much as he had hoped. Unable to fall asleep again due to the general discomfort of continued existence, Gregory was instead left to stew in unpleasant and bitter thoughts instead. His expression tightened bit by bit as irritation mounted, at all manner of things, and the fact that he couldn’t move either hand only served to heighten the annoyance he felt. Of course his thoughts then drifted to how he’d be unable to fulfill his routine with these injuries and the loop of negative thoughts continued to play out.

He should have been brooding in silence, but Gregory didn’t realize he’d been angry enough and started mutter choice curses and what not. Not until an annoyed, [color=f7976a]“Shut it,”[/color] interrupted him, and Gregory opened his eyes again. A faint hint of recognition flitted across his expression as he scowled at the nurse, before the name tag made things click. [color=f26522]“Great, it’s fucking you.”[/color] She didn’t deserve that from him, but he didn’t care enough to think about it at the moment. With only a nurse that seemed to hate her patients for company, Gregory truly thought about bashing his head against the bed’s railing until he went unconscious.