"I want to go back with you," miserably. "They cut off my fingers, they keep putting things in me," flopping the IV'd arm a little. Having never actually gone to a hospital before, having made no real attempt whatsoever to integrate into the changing of cultures, he knows almost nothing about what's going on. He certainly has no idea what the IVs are, and the empty white room scares him. The nurses remind him of the abbey nuns who would nurse wounded knights--their scrubs are obviously uniforms, and only mildly less weird than habits--but the blood pressure machine, the heart monitor, the needle for checking blood pressure, the pointed thing they hold in the hand and stick in the ears, the light they shine in the eyes, the stethoscope--all of these things are totally alien and frightening.