[ The neck is bruised. Mostly, on inspection, by the chain, though there is evidence of feeding. The wrist of his right hand is healed in the wrong position, and the removal of the gloves reveals that the fingers of it are broken as well in a very calculated manner. His left ankle is swollen so much that his boot won't come off, and it's hard to tell if it's broken or sprained.
The rest seems to just be more minor bruises, at a brief glance. The only very noteworthy thing is that the little marks that those needles make are already present on one arm. He's had blood taken from him in that manner, as well as the more traditional feeding. This absolutely will not come up later. ]
mphfuck.
[ He grumbles as he blinks awake. A hospital room? The smell is right- antiseptic and just a little blood. But hospitals tend not to leave food on the floor, unless that's a fucking bizarre American hospital thing.
The first step of solving this mystery is getting out of bed. And possibly- eating the food? It seems like a stupid thing to do, to trust random food from the floor. But fuck, it feels like he's not eaten in weeks. So he ought to get out of the bed.
Which he completely fails at.
There's a loud thump, and Trevor can be found sprawled on the floor. But also determinedly gnawing on a slice of bread, because he's not going to let being unable to stand stop him from BREAD. ]
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The rest seems to just be more minor bruises, at a brief glance. The only very noteworthy thing is that the little marks that those needles make are already present on one arm. He's had blood taken from him in that manner, as well as the more traditional feeding. This absolutely will not come up later. ]
mphfuck.
[ He grumbles as he blinks awake. A hospital room? The smell is right- antiseptic and just a little blood. But hospitals tend not to leave food on the floor, unless that's a fucking bizarre American hospital thing.
The first step of solving this mystery is getting out of bed. And possibly- eating the food? It seems like a stupid thing to do, to trust random food from the floor. But fuck, it feels like he's not eaten in weeks. So he ought to get out of the bed.
Which he completely fails at.
There's a loud thump, and Trevor can be found sprawled on the floor. But also determinedly gnawing on a slice of bread, because he's not going to let being unable to stand stop him from BREAD. ]