[As the bed rose, Lockon took the chance to get a better look around the room. His head movements were still stiff and somewhat sore, but at least he could move at all - and see that this very clearly wasn't the medical bay. In fact this looked like a regular hospital, and not one he'd ever seen before. What the hell..?

And there was the Doctor, standing there and practically vibrating with excitement. Something else just compounding the confusion. But he had water, which was a sight for sore eyes. Lockon tried to reach out a hand for the glass - he might not be able to sit up by himself, but he'd be damned if he couldn't hold a glass under his own power - but his arm hadn't been off the bed for two minutes before it fell back down. Lockon looked away with a small, aggravated sigh. A hated feeling of helpless stole over him.]