God what had he been drinking, that was the last time he ever helped Scotty test his latest batch of illegal hooch. He blinked wiping the drool from the side of his mouth, he didn't remember passing out on the floor and this wasn't a floor he recognised. He blinked, it was very white and…spongy. He pushed himself up to a sitting position wincing as the over starched cotton t-shirt rubbed his shoulder, he pulled the sleeve up, there was a black bruise around where he had been injected with sedative, as he looked he could see that there were other needle marks and bruises in various stages of healing that showed this was a regular occurrence.
He sighed leaning his head back against the padded wall, what was going on?
The door clanged open, there was a man that reminded him of a weasel stood in the doorway "Well look, the great Starship Captain has decided to re-join us"
Jim decided this man was an asshole so glared at him.
"Nothing to say there champ?" this was the kind of man who always loved to belittle and hurt other people cause it gave him an overblown sense of self importance, a basic bully. Jim would've loved to wipe the smirk off this guy's face, maybe at a point where he was able to stand up on his own, damn sedatives left his legs feeling shaky. He made himself feel better by imagining setting Spock on him, no-one was better when it came to verbally eviscerating someone, but Spock wasn't real, was he?
"Get up already, I'm not helping you, if you don't hurry you'll miss dinner" Jim really didn't like this man, he used the wall to steady himself as he stood and a pair of white plimsolls were thrown to the floor, the man smirked as Jim had to lower himself back down to put them on. He was thankful they had a Velcro fastening as he was unsure his fingers would have co-operated for laces. He stood back up and looked at the man "Where's Luke?"
The man scowled "Luke does have a home to go to y'know, he's not here just to be at your beck and call. He's too soft on you" a grey hooded top was thrown at him, he fumbled and managed to pull it on. As he did he could see the staff tag clipped onto the man's belt 'Graham something' he couldn't make out the surname.
Graham impatiently stared at him and Jim followed him from the padded room, they moved down a few corridors then out into the same room he'd had breakfast in. Graham pointed to a seat then wandered towards the serving hatch. Jim sat noting most people seemed to have finished their meals and were doing something else, either watching the television or playing board games, now he thought about it they were all human, he hadn't seen any aliens at all. He looked round for a clock or something to tell him the date. A tray landed heavily on the table in front of him, bread and butter and an unappetising runny soup. "Bon appetite" Graham smirked then wandered away.
Jim picked up the plastic spoon, dipping it in the soup and tasting it, chicken noodle? It was salty and watery, the pasta shapes had sat in the soup for so long that they dissolved when his spoon touched them.
Someone approached his table, he didn't look up. "Simon…" Graham was back "How many times do I have to tell you not to take the game pieces, other people have the right to play as well you know, c'mon" Jim looked up in time to see Graham grab Simon's arm and pull him away, as he did a chess piece went skittering across the table, Jim caught it. It was the white king. He looked up and met 'Simon's' gaze as he was led away, Jim's heart stopped. The man Graham had called Simon was Spock.
