He woke a while later in a clean room, the smell of disinfectant and cleanliness strong in his nostrils, and the lights turned up so high he wondered how he'd ever gotten to sleep in the first place...
And then the ache in his sides and the fact that he couldn't actually move his body brought the memory cartwheeling back into his consciousness, and he groaned audibly both from the pain and the amalgamation of guilt, pain and embarrassment that the memory sparked.

He was grateful for the sheet tucked over his face, but he could feel it slipping down his nose.

Absently, he wondered how long it might have been till someone came by to tell him how long he had to wait here to regain the use of his limbs.