Justin lies unconcious in his bed after intensive care. He is connected to an array of machines and drips, his injuries having being bad. He will awaken, fully restored in 36 hours, that's on 3:30PM GMT or 10:30AM EST Thursday.

::Patience enters cautiously and looks to the helpless body on the bed.::

(Man Justy boy you really took a beating.)

::She spots a pad and pen and rushes over to them. She picks them both up and begins to write.

Come over when you are awake.

-Patience

::She lays the pad down and places the rose on top of it.::

"There...he should see that."

::She kisses the tips of her fingers and then presses them to Justin's head. She pauses for a moment to think and then turns to go. She stops at the door to speak.::

"See you soon hon."

::She then closes the door slowly and walks in thought to the CW Apartments.::

::Justin moans as he slowly comes back to the land of the living. His eyes flit for a few seconds as he struggles to bring everything back together. Slowly, the hospital room around him comes into focus.::

(How did I get here? Where is here exactly? Am I in the hospital?)

::Sitting up, Justin looks around. He looks down at his bandaged arms and hands, iv's running in and out of them. Without hesitation, he uses his teeth to loosen said bandages from his fingers and quickly works on the rest of his arms. He gasps in horror when he sees the strange, bumpy texture of the burn scars covering everthing from his wrists up. Tears in his eyes, he runs his hands over the scars. Suddenly, he is taken by a horrible thought. He reaches up to his face... and finds more bandages.::

(No. NO!)

::Paniced, Justin bounds out of the bed and quickly realizes that his legs are no longer as able as they used to be. He falls to the floor, his right leg falling out from under him. He pulls himself up using the rail on the side of the bed, and attempts to adjust his newly crippled leg to function enough for him to walk. Soon enough, he's worked it into a limp that, while unattractive, is functional enough. Pulling his iv's behind him, he goes to a mirror built into the back of the bathroom door. Slowly, he begins pulling the bandages from his head.::

(Please, please God. Let me be normal. Let my face be normal.)

::As he uncovers his head, he is greeted with a horrific sight. More than half of his face is covered in the same scars as his arms. His left eye is nearly welded shut by his own flesh. He has no eyebrows and the left side of his face is pulled back in a permanent sneer. All his hair is gone, some of his scalp covered by the scars, other parts obviously shaved. Tears quickly begin to flow from his eyes as he slumps to the floor, hysterically crying and touching his face. He calls out to someone, anyone.::

"Help me! Please, somebody! I need help!"

::The Nurse runs in at Justin's cries of anguish. She lifts him from the floor and leads him to his bed.::

"Calm down, dear. What's the matter?"

::Looking into Justin's eyes she sees his pain.::

"You'll heal. In time you'll be fine."

::Justin looks up at the Nurse, disbelief in his eyes.::

"Heal? These won't heal!"

::He motions to the scars covering him. He then begins pulling at the IVs sticking out of him, tears still streaming down his face.::

"Get these fucking things out of me. Help me up. I need clothes. I've got to get home. I can't stay here. I said get these fucking things out of me!!!"

"Calm down. Calm down!"

::The nurse's eyes dart in each way as she attempts to prevent Justin from pulling out all of the drips.::

"Stop that, try to calm down."

::She fidgets as she doesn't know what to do in such a situation, never having encountered one before. She places a hand on Justin's leg and speaks soothingly.::

"Stay calm, lie back down. I'll go get you some tea and we can talk through everything."

::She rushes off somewhere.::

::Watching the nurse scitter off, Justin desperately pulls the IV's from his arms, wincing at the pain. Once again using the bed, he stands up. He sees some sort of clothes, his own having been destroyed, lying in a plastic tub on the other side of the room. He limps over and dresses as quickly as possible. Thankfully, in with the other clothes, he finds a worn hooded sweater. He pulls it on and zips it up, hiding himself within it as best he can. Checking around to make sure no one is watching, he hobbles off, finding a back door and escaping to the CW Apartments.::