Jesse had spent the past ten minutes sitting on the floor after he'd all but fallen from the bed, vaguely aware of a sharp pain in his arm but unsure what it was. Nothing was familiar, and he desperately tried to figure out what had happened. He'd been at the grocery, and.... Hm. Had he had a low blood sugar there? He'd been looking at fruit, and he'd been a little bit hungry, and then nothing.
His head dipped lower and his blurry gaze fixed on his arm and wait a minute. The fuck? Why did he have on a hospital gown? This didn't look like any kind of hospital he'd ever seen. Lifting his head with an effort, he looked around again. Bomb ass room, just the kind of thing he'd pick out if he had tons of money and time to fart around with decor. There was also a box not far from him with a stranger's writing on it instructing him to open it.
"Yeah, right," he muttered, his voice gravelly. "'S a bomb."
It wasn't all that funny when he felt so heavy and dizzy and oddly sweaty, and he managed to butt-scoot over to the box and tug the lid open. A pair of jeans that fit him perfectly with the exact right degree of battered, plain white briefs, a long sleeved t-shirt with a pair of dice on the front, a fleece jacket, socks and ankle boots. What he'd been wearing at the store. Jesse wasn't feeling right and he couldn't puzzle out why, but at least he managed to pull on the socks while still sitting on the floor and then struggle up and get the jeans on, zipped but with the top button undone and the t-shirt yanked over his head.
Too doped up to panic, Jesse got the door to the room open and moved through it, pausing with one hand on the doorframe as he saw a girl emerging from a room opposite his.