Orange County Hospital - Recovery Room Bang! A headache. White hot light. Searing pain in his back and warm, pooling blood trickling through his sprawled out, shaking fingers, retreating from the vagrant clutch of a flourishing wound in vain. It wasn't as dire or offensive as it looked or seemed (at least, that's what he'd consoled himself.) Just one shot. One nice shot. And all that he faithfully recalled before being thrown back here like the discarded bone of a picky witch doctor, was holding onto a hand, blonde hair, watching a hat, and making a plan.
Now he was back here. Here! Wasn't it this places fault to begin with? He remembered everything! Every single detail! Any and every expression he'd seen on the many faces that bore witness to the very same things he had! Were not those very faces littered in here now? He sure was having a rough time convincing himself to go with the flow at the moment. Especially considering that he couldn't spot anyone who had been in his party. Where was Theo? Where was 'Sara'? Where was La Blue Eyes? Had they even existed? What about the men who had all escaped from jail with him? What happened to Glasses and Broody Man (Aiden)?
Time did not, for the most part, move slowly at all in his own personal physical and psychical crisis. It seemed instead that everything was dancing quickly and frantically--like an angry, broken-hearted gypsy spinning underneath a waxing moon to win back her lover's heart--and he was losing his sense of inner calm and fast. Genius thrives on pandemonium, but Miles was now irritated, angry, and worried. Genius also thrives on wrath.
Thus, with rage assisting his adrenaline, he shot up to standing as if someone had pressed the eject button underneath him, and walked over or through anyone that was in his way en route to the front door. His mouth tightened over his teeth animalistically, and he hustled toward the paramedics.
Where of course, they proceeded to make an unnecessary fuss of him! The ride to the hospital was just as awful as he envisioned it would be, and the drugs they gave him were just as great as he could hope for. OoooOo, now everything was dancing they way it should dance.
And now, he was being rolled into the room that the two women, both familiar, chitty-chatted in, on a wheel chair. He looked none too happy and ignored both of them instantly as he was directed to his bed.
"Staying here a night is unnecessary!" he'd snarled at the male nurse.