Andrew didn't know where he was, and he was in pain. Those were the only things he could really comprehend as he listened the distorted voice that rang through his room, loud and unpleasant. Maintenance crew was coming, stay in your... holding cell? He had trouble keeping his breathing calm, his body stiff and eyes squeezed shut. Denying the situation wouldn't help, Andrew knew as much, but old habits died hard.

What had happened? He couldn't remember much past this afternoon. After that everything was blank. The man would have guessed at an accident(those caused short term memory loss sometimes, right?), but hospitals didn't have holding [i]cells[/i]. Or large doors made of metal to keep the patients in. Maybe he didn't want to know. That was probably the best option. He shouldn't ask any questions, he should just get out.

The man let out a pained groan as he lifted himself from the unforgiving mattress, ignoring everything else but the large metal door in front of him. It looked heavy, but Andrew had heard it creak open before he'd completely woken up. It wasn't just his back that ached, the man realized as he forced himself on two shaky feet. It was his whole body, every inch of him seemed to burn. His breath hitched in his throat, inhaling and exhaling in short, quick bursts. Andrew was scared. Thankfully there was no-one in this place to fault him for it here.

Getting to the door with unsteady feet was difficult, stumbling over himself and leaning against the wall. Andrew was left standing in front of the slightly cracked metal door, hand rising to rub as his neck as he tried to calm down. Instead, he found himself touching a smooth line running down the back of his neck, smooth and void of hair. With hesitant hands, he investigated at the line. A scar he realized, noticing that it started from the very top of his spine, disappearing well below his neckline.

He pulled his hand away as if it had been burned. How had he gotten that? Had someone stolen his organs? Whatever was waiting him behind this large metal door wasn't going to be pleasant. Trying his best to ignore the paranoid thoughts, Andrew pulled at the door with shaky hands. At first it didn't move, and the man locked inside had to choke down a panicked keen that almost escaped his throat. Staying here wouldn't help him. If he'd been kidnapped, he needed to get out, right? He needed to get out.

With another pull, the door moved with a faint creak. Andrew let out a relieved sigh, feeling hopeful. The slight crack on the door had widened, though not by much. From somewhere outside, he could hear a loud slam. Someone else must have been here as well! Maybe that maintenance crew? Could he trust them? They'd be working with whoever had shut him inside this room. Trying his best to keep himself from panicking, the man pulled as hard as he could.

It wouldn't move anymore. No matter how hard he pushed, the door wouldn't move. Andrew wondered if he was just too weak to pull it open, or if it was the fear that had sapped out all of his energy. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, no matter how he tried to stop it, and while his back felt better than when he'd woken up, it still ached.

Then he heard a yell from outside, calling out. At first Andrew stiffened, worried, but whoever the other person was, they seemed just as confused as he was. Maybe there were others like him here. This one had seemed to get out. Embarrassment coursed through Andrew's body. Someone else had gotten out, while he was too weak to do more than make the door budge.

”H-hey,” he coughed out, before clearing his dry throat and starting again. His voice felt hoarse, as shaky as the rest of him. His voice rang through the dark hall. ”Hey! I need help. I-I'm stuck, I can't get out!”