He sat on the bed in his dull room as he slouched down tiredly. He was in some simple black pants and black shirt.

You walked in and saw him sitting on the bed. He turned his head to you, looking annoyed and tired. "Why are you here? You can't cut me up again yet." He growled "You here to do those stupid checkups? If you really cared you'd put me outta my misery or at least put me to sleep for the tests." He got up, stretching slightly, being careful not to pull any stitches.