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

The silence was getting to him. The sound of the TV static was grating on his eardrums like a knife on a chalk board, the sound never stopping just always existing,  the only thing there to remind him he could still hear. Tubes that connected him to the machines were still intact and he stopped himself from moving too much in case he disconnected them or damaged them, his own sanity hurt even more. He had called out to what he had hoped would be salvation. And no one answered. 

A sigh escaped his lips as he winced, clenching his fists a little as pain hit him a little, a feeling of dull pain resonating from his eye. Obviously the Meds were wearing off, but he didn't know if coping with the pain was part of recovery or if he would have to call for help again. He looked around the room, the lack of anything interesting hitting him again with a feeling of dissatisfaction. He gritted his teeth. He had to get someone here, he needed the pain to go away right now, hell he needed out for hospital so he wasn't useless like always.