Re: Orange County Hospital - Recovery Room
As the other man began to create a decoy, Archer merely sighed and looked up at the ceiling. The mention of the bill was a good point, but he was too weak at this point to move. Now that he thought of it, he couldn't remember his last meal. He hadn't eaten in Chicago, and it had been some time before then that he had eaten. So how many days was that? He wasn't sure, but even as the effects of the wine wore off, he remained dizzy. The IV in his arm was necessary, and the oxygen was a nice added bonus. He'd break into the hospital's computer and allocate the funds from another paying patient into his own account when he was able to think straight.
The question of requests made him shake his head. God, the idea of food was disgusting, and it showed on his face. He cringed, knees rising slightly as his toes curled. "No," he said, realizing how rude that had sounded and following it with a "thank you." He watched his movements, expression growing blank again. "You are clearly in pain. Do you believe that you'll persevere through this injury without permanent damage?"