Rudolf (Don't you dare say anything about reindeers) was always a heavy sleeper. Once he hit the pillows, he usually clunked right out, and was like that for a solid eight hours, and then he'd spring right out of bed. This, however, is one of those cases where he does not spring right out of bed like a jack-in-the-box; he wakes up groggily, a strange fuzzy feeling bogging him down.<br/><br/>It took him a moment to register his surroundings as definitely not being his apartment. With a worried frown, he looked at himself and saw the hospital scrubs. His first thoughts were<em>Crap! Did I get in an accident?</em>But their were no IVs in him, no heart monitor or anything of the sort here. Strange. Worrying, to the point that adrenaline is flooding through his system. He is out of his safe zone, and that is not a good thing.<br/><br/>He would glare at the too-bright lamps if he wasn't unaware of how stupid that'd be. A lack of windows seriously bothered him.  Was it day time? Night time? He couldn't be sure. With a worried frown, he moved towards the door, a strange thing that he gawked at. But he figures out how to open the damnable thing, and when it does, he peers cautiously out, desperately wishing he had some sort of weapon in hand, though their hadn't been anything he could use in the room.<br/><br/>"Hello?" He would remain in his room, close enough to the door that it did not shut, as he called out.