James yawned deeply and gave a large stretch as he slowly opened his eyes, and then immediately gave a groan and closed them again, bringing an arm up to shield them.  'What the fuck?  Am I still dreaming?'  He thought to himself, opening his eyes slowly again, giving them time to adjust to the intense white that was the room he was in.  'Where...where am I?'  Was his next thought, glancing down at his white scrubs and bracelet.  He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, just trying to run through what had happened last night, but he was coming up blank.  He had no idea where he was, or how he had gotten here.  He was surprisingly calm for someone in his situation, likely the waning effects of whatever had knocked him out enough to get here.<br/><br/>He slowly glanced around the room, seeing nothing but the soft glowing green light on the door to break the sheer sterile look to the room.  Very cautiously he stood, and approached the nightstand, dresser, anything that looked like it could be opened, and peered inside.  However, to his dismay, all of the drawers were either empty, or just had more of the white scrubs in them.<br/><br/>Fear was just beginning to sink in as he now made his way out of the door, quickly figuring out how the mechanism worked.  He silently stepped out of the bedroom and made his way to the dining room and living room area.  "H-hello?"  He called out lightly after clearing his throat.  "Is there anybody there?"<br/><br/>((I am guess as to the contents of the drawers.  If it is different, or they are just empty or whatever, let me know, and I'll fix it up ))