Chest aching with dull pain, Thomas felt the skin as it changed from his slightly damp with sweat flesh to the sticky spongy flash where the wound was.  It hurt, especially when he touched it.  Ugh, it felt like someone had dried snot in the wound as a bandage.  There was a bonus to this he realized as he started to pick himself up from the black cell he was in.  Completely dark except for a faint ting of red everywhere.  He looked around, still working to actually realize what he was realizing.  Speaking to the voice in his head, 'Yes, that...  Hurt...  Lots...'<br/><br/>Looking toward the door, cracked open slightly, he saw that is where the red shade on everything came from.  Like looking out from the inside of a tomato.  He smelled dust, the light glinting of red spiderwebs.  Heard the scurry of rats.  He sighed and heaved himself up and off the dusty old bed.  The air was musty and damp, he yawned a deep bad tempered yawn, the air tasted bad as well.  A soft scowl formed on his face.<br/><br/>He then started rummaging around, perhaps something to wear besides these rags, shoes, shoes would be nice.  Especially shoes that fit.