Slowly Florence woke, movements not much more than some subtle shifting. Waking felt surreal for him, and he had been awake for a few minutes realizing that he actually had woken up, mistaking the feeling for yet another dreamless dream.One by one he started to gain control of his senses; the familiarity of being in a hospital bed was the first one to come to him. He rolled over and felt something in his arm, and upon realizing what it was, he opened his eyes. While the room wasn't an unusual sight for him it wasn't one he was ecstatic to see. Had he made another attempt? Though he couldn't remember what happened, he was angry at himself for the possibility.

The morphine started to diminish, in its wake was a splitting migraine. Suddenly the man was much more active, moving around and burying his face in the pillow, looking for some relief from the burning florescent light. Florence forced himself to calm down after a minute of screaming before carefully picking his head off the pillow, needing to breathe. He rested the side of his face back onto the pillow and grabbed the back of his head, absently rubbing it as he took the time to think about his situation. Had his hair been shaven? He couldn't remember. But he couldn't think straight. His thoughts were in fragments and scrambled and everything was such a mess he figured he had really fucked up this time.

He took the effort to sit up, bringing his knees up and putting the pillow in his lap. The fluorescent lights still burned so he stared blankly at his arms, trying a simpler task of just getting what thoughts he did have organized. "Kcuf..." He mumbled, and it took him a moment to realize that something was off. He paused for a moment, "Tahw...I?" It took another moment of consideration before it suddenly hit him. His thoughts were scrambled because they were backwards. But that couldn't make any sense, could it? He had just been speaking backwards, though. He had been on a million drugs a million different times, but nothing had side effects like this. He was still slowed due to the morphine and all of this just frustrated and confused him, and he slammed back down on the bed but immediately regretting it as pain seared through his skull and he felt like he was back to stage one of waking up. 

This time, Florence simply let himself agonize as he waited for someone to come in. He hoped it wouldn't take long.