One shift down, another four to go before night-time. And then what? Rey doubted that, in his current state, he'd be able to go anywhere without being in severe danger. Therefore, it was best that he stay in his room--or that was what the logical and hopefully more dominant part of his brain was saying. Another part was pointing out that he practically counted as suicidal anyway (he decided to ignore said part). Staying inside it was, then.

His nurse led him to the Sun Room, where he immediately went to the bulletin board. It seemed what he'd heard about people mysteriously dying was true, leaving him to wonder if he would've been one of those victims, if it hadn't been for his already-existing wounds. Once he was done with reading the notes, he headed over to a couch and sat down, careful not to move his arm, hung in a sling.

His body hurt, he was still as depressed as ever, and he knew that he likely wouldn't be doing anything remotely productive with his time. Needless to say, he wasn't looking forward to the rest of the day.

[Free, no limit]