One. Two. Three. Four. Fie. Six. Seven. One after another, the beeps registered within his mind, which for a time had seen nothing but black. That had not really been unusual, for someone who delt within darkness and the shadows. However, it was a bit...different then that. The effects of something more was wearing off his body, and for the few moments the tall male sat there thinking back to how it had come to this. He had been home, his appartment. A letter had come, and he had read over it. Honestly, he had not thought about it much, but now all of that seemed like a dream.
No point in dwelling on it. Opening his eyes finally, the stark white lights of a room caught his attention first. There was a monitor hooked up to him, keeping track of his heart while he had been under. That was the cause of the beeping. A nurse stepped over, seeing him wake. He said nothing, as she began unhooking him from an IV and the monitor. Seems he would be allowed to get up for now, to see what the hell this place was. He slowly sat up, arching his back a bit to streatch it. He reached up, to rub the back of his neck with a slight groan. He was a bit stiff right now. How long had he been out?
He ran a hand through his hair, as something in the back of his mind screamed that something was not right. He took a breath, glancing around a bit. The nurse who had unhooked the machine comes over and gives a bit of a smile, "hungry?" she asked simply, before nodding to a set of clothes at the end of the bed. "Change and I will take you to eat" she walked out. He stood, sighing slightly. He slipped off the generic blue hospital shirt he had on, though he did not remember ever placing it on. He lifted a gray t-shirt from the end of the bed, more simple then he usually would have been seen in. It was now that he noticed the number on his arm. He raised an eyebrow, lifting it to read off the numbers located there.
035626. What the hell did that mean? He ran a finger along it, sighing a bit again. He pulled on the shirt, then tugged on the pants that were there as well. They oddly fit, when he was a taller and well built guy. He wondered how they had known his sizes. He shrugged, slipping on black shoes that sat by the edge of the bed. The nurse returned, giving him a nod as she turns to walk down the hall. He follows, though his guard remained up. He still felt a little sleepy, but for now he ignored it as he followed this woman. It seemed kind of like a mansion, though not as well. He said nothing as he was led down a flight of steps.
She opened the door to a dining room, motioning him inside. He looked within, the table set, but there was no one inside, he looked back to finally say something to the woman, but...she was gone....He sighed, looking at the dining room again. He could feel there had previously been people inside of here, and upon closer inspection, it did seem as if there was someone still inside. A male, sitting alone at the table. He raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning against the doorframe. He said nothing for now, as he crossed his arms over his chest. He would allow this other to speak first.