He was in too much pain to work, so he spent most of his day in the cell again. When he didn't sleep due to the sleeping pills that were smuggled into his cell he would secretly scrape the back end of the spoon over the bottom of the tile it was hidden under. Steadily he gained the strength to sit upright and walk trough his cell again. It was a lot of pain but he had to be able to run and climb if he were to escape. Despite his body's protests he exercised his muscles.
By the time he could finally walk again and climb the walls of his cell without too much pain. Mr Widecomb knocked on his cell door and entered.
With a sad face he spoke the following words "They want to do it tomorrow."