Re: Orange County Hospital - Recovery Room
He smiled.
"You can call it a night, Glasses." he'd suggested, as he arched a devil's brow and peeked down the line of beds. The coast was clear, and he began sliding off of the bed very, very slowly and deliberately. Once his bare feet met the cold tile of the floor, he'd began stuffing his pillow underneath the blankets, pushing, pulling, plowing, all to puff it up to be a pretend-person and surely many other words beginning with 'P' he could not currently summon up in his drugged, and spinning mind. Where had they left his clothing? This hospital gown wouldn't do.
"As for me, I'd not like the bill for an over night stay." Shamelessly, he plucked one of the roses from a vase of a sleeping fellow nearby, and set it upon his sheets. It looked believable enough, that body pile. And the flower was only put there for affect. A nice 'so long, and thank you'. "Any requests from the outside? McDonalds? A burrito?"
After surveying every possible nook for his belongings--ah ha!--there was a long closet across the room that just might hold everyones garments before the BANG. He hoped it did. He needed out of here immediately... even if his ribs were pounding.