It's surprisingly quiet, too, which has been unusual since Gaeta's arrival. Right now, there's nothing but the beep of his heart monitor.

He'd planned to sleep a little while the pain was at bay, but the shape of the ceiling tiles kept distracting him; it's amazing how well they fit together and how easily the pattern spreads across the whole ceiling. He has no idea how long he's been studying them. The only way he can tell time's passed at all is because his leg has started twinging a little.

Not too badly, though. He's still okay. This is fine.