2 Open sesame (1/2)
The softness of the bed felt quite different from the makeshift bed in the cave so it was easy to discern he was not in the same place where he went to sleep.
He could hear distant footsteps on a hard surface and the noise of something spinning and rhythmically squeezing and wheezing air.
Soft moans could also be heard intermittently from nearby with some low beeping noises here and there in between.
The air smelled of antiseptics and bodily fluids so he got a clue from that.
'I am in a hospital.' He thought.
He tried moving his mouth then his hands and it was the same experience as with his eyes. He could feel them but they were locked in place by an invisible force and now matter how he tried just stayed still.
He could feel what seemed something like a plastic tube pressing on his tongue which was going into his throat.
He still didn't have the vaguest idea who he is and how got here.
'What the he'll happened to me!?' He yelled on the inside angrily and try to move every muscle in his body with no success.
The only muscle that showed any reaction was his heart which sped up which the machines he was hooked up to monitored and sent an alarm to the nurses station.
A minute later the clonking footsteps came close a with a whooshing sound a door was opened. As they got nearer another set of footsteps was coming closer with another whooshing sound following.
”Doctor.” A female voice was heard.
”What is going on? I saw you rushing here. Nurse Finkle was it?” A male voice replied.
”The cardiac monitoring machine sent of an alarm as it detected a sudden rise of blood pressure and heart rate so I came to check on him if there was any needing trough the gauzes.”, the nurse replied.
The nurse replied and there was a rustling of the blanket being uncovered and soft touches on his body were felt.
”Everything seems fine. Good work, although we have to do something about the blood pressure. Push him with 1 mg of lorazepam in the IV and we will see how it goes.” The male voice said.
As the nurse was preparing the medicine she suddenly asked nervously, ”What happened to him? Is he a criminal?”
”As far as I know he was swatted and I don't think he is a criminal.” Doctor replied.
”Swatted?” Nurse Finkle asked in bewilderment as she was not familiar with the term used on anything but insects.
”Oh. Sorry. Someone called the SWAT team on him. It happened a few times in the past but not in our state and the media made a new name for it swatting.” Doctor replied.