A wakefulness that was horrendously marred by the realization that he couldn’t move. When he tried to move again he got the same result; he was restrained in some fashion, his sleep-besotted and still stupid mind wailed at him. Oh, what jolly good fun; the lunatic nurses were apparently into bondage, and Jack was to be their first victim of the day. With each passing moment, Jack was blessed with a greater level of consciousness and awareness of his surroundings; he was not restrained with straps or ties or ropes or anything; something was pressing on him. He tried his arms, and was gratified to realize that both were unrestricted, except that his left upper arm was pinned by this weight pressing against him.

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