He pulled at the restraints on his arms. This was the first day that he had gotten feeling back in his limbs, and it actually hurt. They tingled like crazy, almost as if they were on fire while someone was taking dozens of needles to his skin at a time. He let out a yell in one last attempt to break through, but it was no use.

Whoever had been doling out sedative injections to him had not been back to the room in a while—much longer than usual. He closed his eyes and threw his head back onto the pillow, which was practically flat from wear. He whispered to himself as if to remind himself that he was here, and he was real. He struggled to remember how he had gotten in the dark room, but nothing came to mind.

Suddenly, a white light burned his eyes and he immediately faked being asleep. Slow footsteps padded into the room. He felt a sudden prick on his arm from the shot, then the freedom of the restraints loosening. He had never loved the sound of Velcro straps so much. He waited a moment until whoever was treating him had completely taken off his restraining straps and was surely convinced that he was sleeping. He had to act quickly—he could already feel the numbing poison pulse through his veins. In a rush of adrenaline, he tore out of the bed, attacked the man treating him, and slammed the bastard's head into the hard floor.

He had nothing else to do but to race for the exit that his "doctor" used every time. With great relief that put a huge smile on his face, he found a doorknob. His ankles and the tips of his fingers were the first to go, making it extremely difficult to run when he got through the door.

"Come on…" he muttered to encourage himself, coming upon the bright light but unable to make out anything but shades of white and yellow. "Come on!" His knees buckled with weakness and he fell to the ground.

All of a sudden, a pair of hands grasped his shoulders.

"Nice try, JR."

"You son of a bitch," JR muttered angrily as the "doctor" from before and the assistant who grabbed him strapped him back to the bed. They had left the door open, allowing JR's eyes to slowly adjust. "You'll pay for this."

"Shut up!" the man who treated JR yelled. As the man neared JR's face with his furious expression, the young Chandler's vision returned. He saw a dark-haired man who looked to be about forty-five years old.

"Who are you?!" JR demanded, trying to force his defective nerves to work properly and allow him to move. The two men ignored his question and discussed something quietly amongst themselves. With maniacal smiles, they exchanged momentary glances before looking at JR. The man who JR mentally referred to as the doctor stepped forward, pulling what looked like a small sheet of paper out of his pocket. The other approached a bedridden JR with two paddles he grabbed from a box of medical supplies. The paddles were placed on his chest and the doctor held the sheet of paper out in front of him.

JR immediately recognized the picture on the paper as AJ.

"That's my son!" JR fumed. The immobilization was killing him—but not as much as the pain from when his captors activated the electric paddles.