Toby winced each time she cleaned away the wound. The whole process hurt, whether it was the needle, the thread passing through his skin, or the stitches being woven across the wound. He focused on the view outside the window to ignore the pain, though he could barely see anything through the boards nailed across it. He saw movement, the zombies were still as raring as ever to kill something outside, too bad that he and his newfound roommates wouldn't be that meal.<br/><br/>Toby hoped she was almost done, he was starting to lose it, it kinda sucked that there was no anesthesia to be used. Toby put that on his list, go raid the hospital. Sounds like a good idea, heck it was a great idea. It was a very tall building, maybe they could signal for help or something. He quickly shot down that idea when he realized that he hadn't seen a single helicopter fly over New York since the infection. He sighed to himself and continued formulating plans in his head, it helped to take his mind off the operation Ashley was doing.