[ Rory's first few hours in recovery are not particularly shining moments of action and clarity. He spends them not moving from his gurney, forcing himself to doze here and there as best he can, because sleep is good, he's pretty sure, if not quite sure how he knows as much; if nothing else, it's something to do while he can't quite get his limbs to do exactly what he wants them to do, a bit of relief while the edges of pain are dulled down from his surgery. And by miracle he doesn't even throw up.
He doesn't like that he can remember the surgery and nothing else. He'd rather not think about it.
Once his head clears, though, he's quick to stumble his way out of bed, carefully walks around just to walk around, because it's something to focus on and things to focus on means less thinking about surgery or pain, and that's a win all around. He keeps a bit of a wary eye on the other inhabitants for all that he doesn't really go out of his way to avoid them, and is... kind of torn. Part of him wants to try to do something to help and part of him is saying just don't give a damn. The fact that he severely dented his gurney railing has him leaning a little more towards the latter. ]
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He doesn't like that he can remember the surgery and nothing else. He'd rather not think about it.
Once his head clears, though, he's quick to stumble his way out of bed, carefully walks around just to walk around, because it's something to focus on and things to focus on means less thinking about surgery or pain, and that's a win all around. He keeps a bit of a wary eye on the other inhabitants for all that he doesn't really go out of his way to avoid them, and is... kind of torn. Part of him wants to try to do something to help and part of him is saying just don't give a damn. The fact that he severely dented his gurney railing has him leaning a little more towards the latter. ]