Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in repose,
Re: RyCorp: Checking on Harry
The medical bed, much like the room itself, was free from detail. There was no clipboard with doctor's notes, no dry erase schedule of nurses, there wasn't even a hospital bracelet on Harry. The edge of his arm could be seen from the edge of the blanket, wrist bare and hand clean. They'd even removed the nail polish from his fingernails, and there was no remaining evidence of his Halloween costume. In fact, everything about this sleeping Harry was unusually together, aside from the whole coma thing. He seemed freshly shaved, and even his hair was brushed out of its typical overgrown mohawk mess. There were IVs in his arm, a thin breathing tube in his nose, and some kind of white wire fastened against his skull just behind one pierced ear(piercing removed).
The scan itself would show no life-threatening injury, maybe moderate dehydration and a low, but even heartbeat which could be attributed to the former. If the device could read brainwaves, that is where things began to seem strange. Neurons were firing, ionic currents were flowing. The brain, if anything, seemed hyperactive while Harry's body lie almost-dormant. He didn't move except for the rise and fall of his chest with every breath.
Then, suddenly, Harry opened his eyes. It didn't take much for his pupils to adjust, with the room being dim as it was. He just blinked once, real slow, then his eyes closed again for a long moment while he pulled his arm out from the edge of the blanket. He rubbed at his face, at his eyes, and the movement tugged on the IV in his arm enough to stir further consciousness.
"Ah," wincing at the tug on his vein, Harry dropped his hands and noticed the crouched figure beside his bed. "What-- the, wh-- who are you? What are you doing here?" He was already reaching for the panic button attached to his bed.