Last night had been a pretty pleasant evening, all things considered, but the taunting at the end of the night had dredged up the same old fears and paranoias that had been haunting him ever since they'd dragged him off for one of their 'experiments.' He'd almost refused his medication that morning, but in the end, had simply been too mentally exhausted by it all to put up a fight. He'd spent breakfast sullenly, then expected to head out to the court yard, where at least he'd feel a little less cooped up.

His nurse, however, had other plans. After chiding him about how long he'd been out the previous day, and how, with that 'nasty bug' going around, he should take better care of his health, she'd towed him off to the Sun Room instead and left him there, seated on one of the couches.

It was so innocuous during the day. Whatever had been going on when they'd slipped through last night, there was no sign of it now. He might have wondered how they managed that, had he been in the mood to wonder about how anything here actually worked. As far as he was concerned, it was just one long nightmare. Which might, it seemed, be getting worse, if that ominous announcement was to be believed. He rubbed his arm a bit in a nervous gesture. The injection site was healed now, but the mental scar remained.

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