John's eyes would just not focus. One moment he saw red and gold, or yellow, the next he would slip back into unconsciousness. "What..." He tried to say, grumbling through a fog. His body wouldn't move - it felt like if he had slept on it all night, numb and painful and impossible to move all in one.
"Oh, there it is! " He heard before slipping into unconsciousness again.
Suddenly he found himself awake and quite aware, shaking his head away from a horrible, horrible stench. As his eyes focused he saw a white-painted face inches away from his. "AAAH!" He screamed and trashed, digging bands of leather against wrists and ankles.
"Aaaah!" The face laughed, twirling in place, hair a mess of red and blue and gold.
John breathed in fast and hard, looking around he realised he was still in the lab, and very much tied to a desk that had been propped upright against a wall.
