The nurse moved silently in an out of the white sterile hospital room busily changing the IV drip, she was young, early twenties, she smiled nervously, "there you are that will make you nice and relaxed."
John looked at her, any other time he probably would have found her attractive but today the only thing on his mind was trying to understand what had happened? He lay quietly trying to put together the events that brought him here. His mind was foggy hard to concentrate due to the IV drip of pain killers being administered.
John had hardly said a word after discovering his brothers had died in the explosion. "Ok, Mr Tracy time to try and get some sleep" The nurse said as she placed the buzzer in his hand, John wondered why she looked nervous? "Ring the buzzer if you need anything" she said as she left, she switched the room light out closing the door behind her he heard the soft click of door lock. John was not sure but something about the door closing didn't seem right.

Closing his eyes, he began to relax, he wanted to sleep to stop the emotional pain he was feeling he didn't expect what happened next, his foot began to itch... His eyes shot open and he stared at the end of the bed, moving his leg slightly he let out a gasp, it wasn't his imagination, he could feel his legs.
John moved his toes. "what the," he said he pulled the sheet of and found his legs bound. The IV morphine started to take effect, he reached over to the tube attached to his arm and bent the tube just as he began to sleep.