Snapping awake, Phoenix thrashed about, as if he were attempting to cartwheel backwards from a large, quickly approaching object. He then promptly fell out of the bed, having tangled himself in the blankets, and the floor was hard as he hit it with a loud thump.
The touch of the cold floor against his skin was enough to snap Phoenix out of his panic, and he laid there immobile for a moment, panting out of exertion as he attempted to focus on his surroundings. "What...the hell..." ...where was the car? He had sworn it had hit him, but no aspect of his body hurt. No broken bones, no scent of blood...his surroundings reeked of sterility, and everything was...white.
Untangling himself from the blankets, he sat up and felt around on his body with his hands in order to make sure that everything was intact. He wasn't missing any limbs, there were no traces of blood, and he was wearing a grey shirt and sweatpants. Phoenix's brows furrowed together as he pulled the shirt out in front of him to examine it, the look in his blue eyes confused. A smiley face? The smiley face reminded him of Ema, strangely enough, with all of the buttons on her schoolbags...but why on earth was he wearing such a thing?
This made no sense.
The crackle of a speaker startled Phoenix, and he jumped, not having expected the sound.
"I hope you all had a very good breakfast, as we're going to be beginning our therapy sessions for the day!" Phoenix looked about for the source of the voice, and finally focused on the intercom in the corner of the room. "Nurses, would you please escort Group 1 patients to their respective doctors as they become available? Group 2 patients should go to the Arts and Crafts room. The guided activity for today is going to be constructing gingerbread houses with frosting, gumdrops, candy canes, and other assorted non-toxic materials."
Gingerbread houses? Non-toxic? Therapy? All of the pleasant, yet nonsensical talk perplexed him -- had the car crash injured him so badly that he'd gone insane? And...that was why he was here?
But why didn't he remember it? And what in the hell had happened to his client?! That was the most important thing, the one thing that he had been fighting for...had they just postponed the case? If he was okay now, then perhaps being able to continue it was an option, depending on how long it had been. He would need to ask, and as soon as he could get ahold of someone who might be able to help him, somehow he could get out of here, wherever 'here' was...
As if on cue, the door clicked open, and Phoenix perked up. He then scrambled to his feet, moving close to the entranceway.
"Ah, Mr. Snide! It's good to see you awake!" A cheerful voice chirped as a woman stepped into the room. "I apologize for not waking you for breakfast, you didn't seem to want to awaken..."
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Snapping awake, Phoenix thrashed about, as if he were attempting to cartwheel backwards from a large, quickly approaching object. He then promptly fell out of the bed, having tangled himself in the blankets, and the floor was hard as he hit it with a loud thump.
The touch of the cold floor against his skin was enough to snap Phoenix out of his panic, and he laid there immobile for a moment, panting out of exertion as he attempted to focus on his surroundings. "What...the hell..." ...where was the car? He had sworn it had hit him, but no aspect of his body hurt. No broken bones, no scent of blood...his surroundings reeked of sterility, and everything was...white.
Untangling himself from the blankets, he sat up and felt around on his body with his hands in order to make sure that everything was intact. He wasn't missing any limbs, there were no traces of blood, and he was wearing a grey shirt and sweatpants. Phoenix's brows furrowed together as he pulled the shirt out in front of him to examine it, the look in his blue eyes confused. A smiley face? The smiley face reminded him of Ema, strangely enough, with all of the buttons on her schoolbags...but why on earth was he wearing such a thing?
This made no sense.
The crackle of a speaker startled Phoenix, and he jumped, not having expected the sound.
"I hope you all had a very good breakfast, as we're going to be beginning our therapy sessions for the day!" Phoenix looked about for the source of the voice, and finally focused on the intercom in the corner of the room. "Nurses, would you please escort Group 1 patients to their respective doctors as they become available? Group 2 patients should go to the Arts and Crafts room. The guided activity for today is going to be constructing gingerbread houses with frosting, gumdrops, candy canes, and other assorted non-toxic materials."
Gingerbread houses? Non-toxic? Therapy? All of the pleasant, yet nonsensical talk perplexed him -- had the car crash injured him so badly that he'd gone insane? And...that was why he was here?
But why didn't he remember it? And what in the hell had happened to his client?! That was the most important thing, the one thing that he had been fighting for...had they just postponed the case? If he was okay now, then perhaps being able to continue it was an option, depending on how long it had been. He would need to ask, and as soon as he could get ahold of someone who might be able to help him, somehow he could get out of here, wherever 'here' was...
As if on cue, the door clicked open, and Phoenix perked up. He then scrambled to his feet, moving close to the entranceway.
"Ah, Mr. Snide! It's good to see you awake!" A cheerful voice chirped as a woman stepped into the room. "I apologize for not waking you for breakfast, you didn't seem to want to awaken..."