[The rec room is quiet today; something that Jeremy is infinitely grateful for, because there has been an influx of new patients lately and the hum of voices has, like a beehive, scarcely lulled in a long time. He’s stuck mostly to his room, but he’s not one to waste a rare quiet moment. Curled up in an armchair, book in hand, he stretches out. Too long sat in the same position has forced the curve of his spine into an uncomfortable, tense posture and it cracks as he stretches. It’s not the only thing that cracks - his elbow collides with the wall, hot white noise shooting down his funny bone] Shit!
[He flinches at the loudness of his voice in the sparsely populated room, tentatively opening one eye and hoping that he hasn’t disturbed anyone]