Choose five to eight of these questions. for answering.

 Roy Walker wanted pain killers, and bad, but today they were holding back on him. There was enough in his system, one nurse said, though he generally thought it was a punishment for what he'd done. His back hurt, swollen probably-  at this point, he could tell when he was swollen, though after he'd discovered the morphine he'd taken was actually sugar pills he'd been unable to control his temper any more. He'd thrown himself around enough probably to do more damage than he'd had previously, and he should have been embarrassed, but he wasn't. He was too tired, too angry, too sore to be embarrassed. 

The three morphine pills combined with the placebos had not (understandably) killed him as he'd been hoping, but it had left him with a massive headache and dry mouth.  He had been nasty to every last person who'd come to see him today, including the doctors, of course, and the nurses, who needed them - (well, he did, after all, he had no use of his legs and they had to help him take a piss after all. So yes. He needed them.) - and Walt, well, if Roy heard him utter so much as an 'I don't feel very well' one more time Roy was climbing out of this bed and smashing in in the face with his own pill bottles. 

He hadn't seen Alexandria all day. Later, once he'd calmed down and closed his eyes to go back to sleep, maybe, maybe hope that this time he wouldn't have to wake up, he remembered her little face. She'd been the one to wake him up that day, though he hadn't cared to hear what she had to say. He just realized what had happened, that the pills he'd asked for had just knocked him out and hadn't killed him at all, and he didn't want to think about little Alexandria. 

She'd gotten so frightened she'd wet herself. 

He didn't think of it. For that, well..yes. He was embarrassed about that. He didn't want to think about it. 

He'd closed the curtain around his bed, and tried to sleep again. 

It was dark when they woke him again. He was drowsy and confused, but he heard them, as if in the distance - 'Did you ask her to get you the pills?'

'Roy, theres been an accident'.

'Roy, she fell. Did you ask her to get you the pills?'

"Yes," he squeezed his eyes shut to block them out.

But then there was a cool breeze on his face and the doctors voices were gone.

He tilted his face to one side, listening.

Nothing but the sounds of...birds? But it was nighttime, what were birds doing out?

Except when he woke up, he realized it wasn't nighttime, it was morning, and he was outside, and ...well it certainly didn't look like Los Angeles.

"What?" he asked, looking around blearily. He was in a wheelchair, a blanket over his lap and a basket on top of that. He was in the middle of what looked like a park. 

....someone had taken him out in the middle of the night and abandoned him somewhere? That was all he could think.

"Hello?"

He looked around some more. 

"Hello! Who's there?"

When no one answered, he took the basket from his lap and threw it to the ground in a burst of anger. 

What the hell was going on?

You've reached the machine of Roy Walker. I'm not here right now but if you'll leave a message I might get back to you.