Rhodes stomach lurched, a vivid nightmare traced in his memory. Lingering in the few rushed waking minutes, confusion paced on his expression as he tried to recall his whereabouts, though nothing was forthcoming. The military mans dark eyes darted around the room in where he lay, but there was nothing that could bring forth any memories. Everything was different. Quick to observe the room he concluded that he was in some sort of medical facility. He wouldn't be so bold as too assume that it was a hospital bed in which he lay, knowing that the military had other facilities that could easily disguise as something much friendlier.
He felt weak, a strong ache that seemed to be wrought throughout his body which was emphasized as he moved to sit up. Instinctively his hand went to the ow bedside able to switch a light on, though as his stomach moved to take the strain he was hit with an agonizing pain, the cause of which forced him to lay down once more, feeling utterly hopeless, unable to see in the dark room what was the cause of his pain. Rhodes hand went to rest on his stomach underneath the light bed sheets. A strange sticky feeling dampened his fingers, and although the room was dark Rhodes knew exactly what he was feeling. Blood. A panic swept over him quickly, the desire to get away from himself overwhelming, his fingers caught onto something else, pulling at some fine thread as his hand rose to get away from the blood, stitches, and by the feel of the pulling, a lot of them. A barely audible groan came from his lips as the door burst open, and a lab coated man walked into the room followed by a young nurse.
Rhodes felt the nurse grab his arm, and a tiny prick in his arm told him that he'd just been injected with something. It wasn't much after that where the room went hazy, and then black as he slipped into unconsciousness again.