You wake suddenly. You're lying on a cool metal table in a room with an omnipresent hum and the heady smell of chemicals. You're naked under a scratchy, thin sheet, and your body's clean. Your mask is lying on a small metal table on wheels nearby, the eyes looking at you accusingly.
You are at six o'clock and that will heal with rest.
You brought Chaz to the Depot clinic before, this is where you are. You know it. There's a curtain for a door out of here, and a half dozen other curtained-off rooms near you. You're alone. Even in your head. No Pops. No Lala. Nobody.
What do you do?