At this particular moment there was probably nothing that anyone could to that would reach poor Nick. His mind was being plagued with fragmented memories from his past, things he had shoved so deep into his mind he would never have to remember them, now being placed on display for him, that he was barely ware of what was going on. As the corpses continued to stand over him that thing bound to the chair spoke to him in that shill voice. It spoke the same things over and over again, asking why but not going into detail that it felt like this was some sort of vengeful spirit. Try as he may his thoughts would not make any sort of connection as to why this felt so real. It would probably be easier for him to make a connection if he didnâ€™t have to deal with that horrible screaming.<br/><br/>Pictures of a fairly attractive young woman flashed through his mind, and then some men, and then back to the woman again. The woman matched the description of the figure in the chair. That was how he became aware that he definitely knew her from somewhere but no matter what he did nothing pieced together. The lights flickered again suddenly, and then everything was gone. Blood still covered the almost every inch of the walls but the figure in the chair was nowhere to be seen. There werenâ€™t even any corpses to be seen anywhere, it was all so strange, only adding to his confusion. He remained against the wall as he tried to find some sort of connection, eyes narrowed as he looked at the bloodied floor, maybe it was not wise to sit down but he didnâ€™t care, taking in deep and steady breaths to calm his pounding heart.<br/><br/>Nickâ€™s body was trembling slightly as he recovered. Finding the will to get out of the corner he was in wasnâ€™t an easy task. He has never really been the bravest person.<br/><br/>With the drugs almost completely out of his system he was beginning to feel much more aware now, almost making him wish that he still felt like shit. He was starting to feel tired, more than anything, wishing that there was some place he could go take a rest. This was a hospital after all so there should be a bed somewhere around here that wasnâ€™t covered in blood or whatever the fuck else. Right now the corner seemed like the safest place to be no matter how dirty it was. He didnâ€™t want to leave it but knew that he couldnâ€™t sit there forever if he wanted to find out why he was here. It had something to do with his memories, he knew that much, he just needed to know why they were being pulled out of his mind. He had to find some sort of connection.<br/><br/>When he thought that he had worked up enough courage the lights went off again. So much for that, he thought with a sigh. The first step of finding answers was getting out of this corner. That, more than likely, was going to take awhile. Baby steps. This was not going to come easy especially after a scare like that.