Drake was getting more sleep than he he should be getting. He was starting to feel soft. Ten days in this prison, he was starting to get stir crazy. Working out and listening to music was getting old, all of his magazines read several times.<br/><br/>The camera's in his room whirred but he decided to ignore them long ago. A few days ago, he decided to try and burn one, spraying fire into the corner of the room and melted one, but the room quickly filled with gas.<br/><br/>They were strict like that. He hated the feeling after he woke up from being gassed. It would take a while for his body to respond to his brain after he woke up, sometimes he had to lie face down in his pillow for a half hour before he could move.<br/><br/>This was one of those mornings. Bored again, he started counting the days since he was locked in here by scraping deep marks in the gyp-rock with his claws. With two sets of five on there now, the establishment decided it was the line to draw for his vandalism, then gassed him again last night. When he opened his eyes this morning to see the wall had been repaired, and he sighed.<br/><br/>Then he heard the lock on his door click, and the light on the scanner beside it turn green from red.<br/><br/>They're letting them out? He was free?<br/><br/>Drake groaned and tried to move, but again his body wouldn't listen because of the gas. It took him a few minutes to drag himself out of bed. At this point he was lucky to get his arms and legs to work, his wings and tail dragged limp behind him.<br/><br/>He opened the door and limped outside, having to manually pull his tail and wings outside to they wouldn't catch in the door, and he headed to the bath room across the hall, but stopped when he saw Symphony sitting on the stairs.<br/><br/>"Morning." he mumbled, "Gas....Imma shower...." It was all he could get out at the moment. He noticed she looked a little upset, but he was in no shape to ask why or help. He lumbered into the small locker room inside the bathroom and started to undress, struggling with his shirt and the Velcro along the bottom that let his wings go through. A button in the back of his cargo pants above his tail and his belt undone let his pants fall. Once naked, he lumbered into the largest stall and pulled the curtain as far as he could, his tail still hanging out underneath. Cold water rained town on his head, soaking his hair around his dark horns and started to help wake him, he sighed in relief