After their checkup in medbay, one man is carted inside by guards. By the way they carry his body, he clearly can't walk on his own. He's thrown onto a bed like a sack of flour, and lays there for a while, staring at nothing.

When he does move, it's to swear and scrub his face, bristling with restrained anger. He takes a moment to regain himself, before he looks around the room in its entirety, turning to the nearest new guy. His words are still slightly slurred. "How long's I out?"