The sensation of going from half-dead to, well, not was unsettling, to say the least. Rey didn't know whether to be surprised or disappointed at the fact that he was still alive, and decided to settle for a combination of both. Either way, it looked like he had to deal with another day at the institute, whether he wanted to or not. Groggy, sore, and still fairly light-headed, he sat up, wincing in pain as he did. The wounds across his chest and mid-section weren't as severe as they could've been, but that didn't make it easy to move. Worse still was his left shoulder, as shifting his arm brought an overwhelming spike of pain, not that Rey had expected any different. He was only thankful that it wasn't his dominant arm.

It didn't take long for his nurse to come along, not even mentioning his injuries or his unexplained unconsciousness yesterday. Staying silent, he followed her to the cafeteria, even though it hurt to walk. He wasn't in the mood to hear excuses or how deluded he was, so he didn't bother questioning her.

After she gathered food onto a tray for him, he took it with his working hand, adjusting his grip to keep it balanced. There didn't seem to be too many people here yet, so he sat down at an empty table, staring at the food. Although he knew he should be eating, he just didn't have an appetite. Nearly being killed by a brainwashed patient and hearing a dead man's voice didn't exactly help in that regard. To be honest, the events of last night felt somewhat like a dream, but he knew very well that they were real.

[Free, no limit]