Rerouted

[Nox]

Nox woke to nothing. No beeping, no voices. The silence was almost deafening if it weren't for the vents circulating air. There was a soft breeze and a faint odor, but nothing that was offensive. Thank god, otherwise Nox might hurl on to the floor.

His hands were unbound. His head hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Nox idly wondered how many more times he was going to be sedated in the 24 hour time span. His head still felt off and he reached for the power in the darkness of his mind and it slide from his fingers. Fuck!

Nox didn't want to move. He didn't want to but he did anyway. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed. His eyes still closed as he righted himself. He didn't want to see the spinning room as he regained his equilibrium.

When the world stopped spinning in his head, Nox opened his eyes and saw nothing but white. He was in a worse position than he had been before. There was no door knob on the door. There were no windows. There was no telling how far underground he was. He was wearing a pair of black scrubs but felt disgusting in them. He needed a shower still.

What Nox wouldn't give for Aria's gift to know if he was alone or not. But he couldn't even touch his own. There was a drain in the floor, vents in the ceiling, and a small toilet to go with the cot he sat on. There was nothing of interest or escape in this room. He couldn't even while away the hours playing with the power.

So Nox did the only thing else he could think of to do with his idle time. He counted push ups...