Excerpt:

He woke tired and aching, in one of the most comfortable beds he'd ever had the good fortune to lie in. Tobias blinked wearily at the round light overhead, then began to collect himself.

Small room. Oddly enough, painted a dusty pink. He had access to a lamp on a short stand to the left. On the right, the bed was constrained by a metal bar—presumably to keep him from falling out—and beyond that, a folding privacy divider.

Himself, now. He was wearing a hospital gown, though thankfully not entirely naked underneath. An I.V. full of translucent yellow liquid seeped into the crook of his right arm; not good. Yet most distressingly, both of his legs were gone.

Tobias carefully unthreaded the needle from his skin, and pulled himself upright. The motion was dizzying but doable, so he slid closer to the edge of the bed and clumsily pulled back the divider.

A woman—no, doctor, in her pale blue coat—turned her head to look at him, surprised. She was instantly recognizable as the one who'd stared him down when he'd first gotten out of the box.

"So. You're awake." she commented, eyeing him warily. "How do you feel?"

"Miserable." Happily, his voice had improved from the pathetic croak he'd managed when they'd first met. Tobias leaned on his right arm, and massaged his forehead and left temple with the other. Headache. A painkiller would be wonderful...but first things first. "Where are my legs?"