As the last of the sedatives left his system, finally being burnt up. Nathan was able to fully take in his surroundings. Ahead of him was several men, hushed whispers and occasional stares coming from them. It wasn't a major issue, he had grown accustomed to it while living on the streets. Looking to his right there was a lineup of people, some looked more odd than others. Like the guy with the floaty hair, the chick with the purple hair, and the girl right next to him who appeared to have dog ears and a tail. Ok, so that wasn't a drug induced hallucination. Well then, that's not something you see everyday. 

As Nathans gaze traveled down the line he noticed a girl with what looks like an, "[i]OH MAN! Is that a dog? I love dogs."[/i] Nathan thought to himself. Lost in his thoughts, Nathan was dragged back to reality to the stinging in his hands, remembering Alaska. With a sigh, Nathan just stared at his hands. Eventually they would heal, but the scars would still be there. A constant reminder that he lost his temper. With the drugs out of his system nothing stopped the flood of regret from breaking into his mind and with the already thick tension in the air, Nathan's shoulders slouched, bummed out. 

Looking at the girl next to him, Nathan felt like asking about her ears but held back. Not wanting to offend the girl. No need to make enemies just yet. So Nathan just slouched there, bummed out, pained, and drug free. Kind of wishing that he had more sedatives.