[Sadrain]

November 26th, Chicago; Base.

At least one good thing had come from this imprisoning: Ryan could finally sleep. The downside was that most of the time he spent rolling around the bed, sweating and suffering from nightmares and pain. The arm felt like on fire, and the feel spread further - across his chest and down the rib cage. The man could swear that he had gotten some sort of infection in it, or maybe it had been implanted with the bullet.

Ryan was tossing around in another nightmare when noise broke into it. It got incorporated in the dream, but after a bit, he realized it was a real sound and sat up with a start. It resulted in him falling back though, with a loud groan. With a bit struggling, Ryan managed to get up, but standing up seemed to be out of the question.

The man recognized Amante from day before, although his sight was a little foggy and Ryan narrowed eyes. As the other man spoke, Ryan's face brightened a little, relief settling in corner of his heart.
"She's really alright? They are taking good care of her, right? Not abandoning her due to some stupid suspicion? I swear, I don't know what happened, but she did nothing to hurt that guy. Maybe he hurt her." He bit back another painful groan and wiped sweat from his forehead, but without much success, because back of his hand was just as sticky.