The last thing Jason really remembered before waking up in whatever and wherever the hell this place was, was getting hurt during a mission and bleeding out in an ally-way not really knowing what to say or do in the situation. It got him off guard. How it all went south so fast.

But all his memories taking place before he was injured were blurry, he doesn't remember how he got here, how he got injured, who injured him, how the hell he got here, who patched him up-. Well, in all he just had a whole lot of questions just itching to be answered.

He fully opened his eyes to get a good look around wherever he was. It was pretty interesting to say the least. The walls were covered in high bookshelves, notebooks and paper stacked up to high heavens looking like they'd fall over if someone breathed on it wrong. Jason huffed.

He tried sitting up before stopping when he felt something tug on his chest. He looked down and saw multiple tubes connected to his form. He was about to pull them out when he heard shuffling and soft muttering, looking up to see someone floating near one of the higher bookshelves.

Jason blinked a few times trying to figure out if he was actually seeing someone fly or if it was just the painkillers he was on. "Uhmm, hello?" Jason called out getting the person's attention almost immediately. They floated closer to him until they were right above him.

"You're finally awake," They say relieved as they started checking over the tubes he was hooked up to. "How're you feeling? Any pains I should know about?" They asked sounding concerned for their current 'patient.' They finished with the machines, starting to look over Jason.