[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Memorial Hospital [/center]

So it was already that time. It felt like the minutes were melting away, but at the same time it was like the minutes were dragging on. The state he was in was hard to describe, it felt like it was mere minutes ago when he had awoken and now it was already lunch, but along with it he felt bored out of his mind. All he could do right now, was write. It was what he was good at but at the same time, irony kicked in, leaving this the only thing he could do at the moment. Phoning Riley or Marc would've been a godsend, he needed to see someone. This feeling of isolation and vulnerability was getting to him. The fear that anyone could walk through that door with a gun and end his life with a second, it sent chills through his body.

As the man delivered the tray and then went to walk off, Felix let out the beginnings of a sentence, but the door had already swung closed before he had the chance. He reached up and a hand down his face, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran over his skin and tubes that went around his face. He looked to the Tv that had done nothing but spew static at him and he sighed again. He looked to the solid food and prodded it with his finger slightly. Would he eat it? he wasn't sure yet.

Where was everyone? Where had his TV stream gone, everything felt like the world outside was closing down and leaving Felix alone in this room. And it'd barely been more than 4 hours. Of course if he was in danger, the food might be poisoned. Might be the case that the room was bugged too. A smirk slowly appeared on his face. Finally something to have fun with for a few seconds. [color=39b54a]"If this room is bugged, don't be a stranger, I would love to talk"[/color]