That soft beeping was beginning to drive your numb mind mad — a state of exhaustion stirring a sore body from slumber.

A moment of silence broken yet again by a crisp beep-beep.

You groan with a weak voice that felt drier than hay, an attempt to speak met with a groggy murmur and a deep exhale. Exhaustion nipped like knives and you couldn't understand why you felt like you had just ran. Strange, was the best word you could scrape up in that pitiful state.

Hazy eyes crack open upon that dreary bedroom of barred windows and locked doors — and the medical equipment stood out like lush flowers in a boney desert. You took in those odd details, soon landing on a figure whose features were sharp even with your blurred gaze. Tall and dressed in white under a light so blinding you had to squint — a cough wracking you.

That smile was irritating to you — frame held still with a numbed burning in your legs, and a strong hand laying gently on you shoulder.

"Where-"

"Ah ah...no speaking. You're on house arrest. You're safe. That's all you deserve to know, petite oiseau~" Came a sweet voice, and one more reason for irritation. Your brow pinches, the beeping picking up just a bit, and a hand ran to push back your hair. He hummed quietly, straightening before turning to fix the iv by your bedside, those sharp eyes glancing back to your confused and grumpy face. "Doctor's orders~" you couldn't see his subtle yet wicked smile. "If you ever wish to walk again, my dearest, you best hush up and listen."