Not a cell, then. Medbay, which didn't make sense. He'd lifted a hand to find all the things Dr. Cuddy mentioned, the wires and the cannulae with the lines leading away from him, and then he reached up to his face and felt at the new dressings over his eyes, rather than say anything.
"I, uhm... Thirsty," he admitted, and then, "Very confused." When was he? Why was he still on this station? Why was he even getting medical treatment?