He laid there once his bindings were removed, no movement other than breathing coming from him. It didn't take long for his eyes to start twitching, showing his awakening. He then opened his eyes, blinking rapidly with a small groan. He rolled over slightly onto his back, feeling bare skin against the groan. At some time he lost his shirt in his punishment. He grimaced, feeling hot, sticky blood running over his body. He lifted his head, looking at the multiple cuts covering his front and stomach. He grimaced and slowly stood up, grasping onto the bed as he got lightheaded and nauseated. He took a deep breath, calming his stomach. He then made his way to the door, his front glistening with blood. He opened the door, leaving a bloody handprint on the doorknob. Blood dropped down his arm from cuts on his shoulders and upper arms, multicolored nurses already dotting his body. He stumbled into the bathroom, grimacing. He slowly washed off his body, hissing in pain as the water hit his skin from the shower. The cuts weren't deep, but plentiful.