The light snapped on again suddenly, illuminating the room and the mess which lay inside its four cold walls. Jack felt the light on the inside of his eyelids, but he couldn't rouse himself fully. He didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to be forced to face whatever was of expected of him next. He liked how he was feeling now, as he was half consciousness the pain was dimmed by his drowsiness - he could stay like this forever if he were given the choice between this and another round with Chow.
The electronic beep could be herd ,although it sounded off in the distance Jack knew it was merely a few feet away from him. He groaned aloud; having come to associate the beep of the door opening with the influx of pain. He didn't want to have to take anymore, he couldn't even if he had the morale; he was mentally exhausted and physically beat. He had lost; finally he knew what it was like to be on the other side of the fence.
The sound of the heavy door was opened, Jack lay deadly still hoping he could pass out again. He knew it was false hope, he was too alert, his instinct telling him to prepare for more as his pain barrier collapsed to the ground, out of order.
Jack herd the sound of the door slamming, he could hear the soldiers heavy steps retreating. Had they been checking on him, that he was still alive, or asleep? But the light hadn't been switched off, why? Were they going to wait for him to come too and then come in to start up where they had left of? God, please no, he thought to himself as panic settled in. He tried to calm himself as the panic rose along with his breathing despite the pain it caused in his chest.
He couldn't take anymore, he just couldn't. And what had the man said about a visitor - were they going to finish him off? He began to cough heavily as the thoughts continued to rampage around his mind, he was terrified.
He thought he herd a sound, something other than his own hurried breathing; but he dismissed it and decided it was his paranoia. He couldn't make himself open his sore eyes, the light was too strong, and he didn't know how he would react, when visibly seeing he was still here. He wanted to open his eyes and be at home, or at CTU, even Washington. Anywhere but here. He couldn't open his eyes, he didn't want to accept the cruel truth yet again.
Jacks head whipped to the side without thought as he herd another sound. It sounded like a sniff or a yawn, there was something distinctively human about it. Curling up a little tighter he realised he had been right all along, they were waiting for his defences to come down before they attacked him again. How silly of them, he thought, he had no defences left - they had taken everything from him.