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UMC, in person: Neil/Louis ; call to Sam A
[After the police came to take his statement, Neil slept. A couple hours, give or take, before he was awake again and promising the nurse that he wouldn't try to get out of bed. Again. It's quiet in the room, the doctors having come in and out a couple more times to check his vitals and make notes on charts that he doesn't particularly care about. Morphine dulls the pain, and there isn't much else to do but lie back, listen to the muffled sounds he can hear outside his door, and let his mind wander.]

[call to sam a.]

[At some point after/before/whenever. Fuzzy timelines.]

Ring!