To everyone on Bravo, Clays surgery felt like it took forever, but in reality, it was only a couple of hours. When the nurse finally came out with an update, they were all anxiously awaiting the news.

"How did it go?" Trent was the first to speak up.

"We believe the surgery went well. There was a bit more damage than we had originally expected, making it a little more complicated, but we do believe it was successful and that he should make a full recovery without any future complications. He is being moved to a room as we speak and as soon as we get him all settled in, I will come get you guys and take you up. Sound good?" The kind nurse asked.

"Sounds great. Thank you, ma'am." This time it was Blackburn with the reply.

After about twenty minutes went by, the nurse returned to bring them to Clays room. As soon as they stepped off of the elevator and onto Clays floor, Trent immediately looked around. "Is this the floor he's on?" Trent question.

"It is. He's right down this hall." The nurse smiled.

Trent stopped dead in his tracks. "Nope. No way. This definitely isn't going to work." Trent replied.

At Trent's words, the rest of the team also stopped and looked around. Not finding anything out of the ordinary. "What's going on Trent?" Jason asked. "What's wrong with this floor."

Trent ignored Jason's questions, almost annoyed at him for even having to ask. Then he remembered how he had almost forgotten himself while they were still in the ambulance. "What did they tell you about his injuries?" Trent questioned, starting to get the feeling the hospital staff wasn't given the whole story.

"Just that we had a soldier coming in after being in some sort of accident who had a few breaks and bruises and required extensive ankle surgery. You know how the military is, telling the bare minimum of what they think we need to know." The nurse was beginning to get the feeling that something pretty important was left out of their initial 'heads up' call.

Trent rubbed his eyebrows as he became furious. "An accident." He laughed and turned to face the rest of Bravo. "Dig you guys hear that? Clay was in a freaking accident." He continued to laugh in disbelief before turning back towards the nurse and once again became dead serious. "He wasn't in a freaking accident! He was captured and tortured, kept in a small cement room for multiple days, where chances are the only contact he had was for a beat down. Ever hear of sensory deprivation? Cause he was showing quite a few signs of it."

"I'm sorry. We weren't informed about any of that and the only type of sensory deprivation I've heard of is the therapeutic kind. It's supposed to help relax whoever is doing it." The nurse admitted, though she had another feeling this was something completely different.

"I can assure you the type of sensory deprivation he went through was not relaxing... Within the first few hours you become increasingly disoriented. You fall asleep out of boredom, wake up to pitch black with no idea about how long you've been asleep. Once you hit that 24-hour mark, that's where the real struggle starts. You become increasingly paranoid as your mental alertness slows down. Think about it, there is zero light which makes it nearly impossible to stimulate your brain. Give yourself a few more hours and you start pacing just trying to keep yourself busy. After the pacing ends you might take another nap for who knows how long and when you wake up again things get even worse. Typically, when you approach 40 hours is when you start hallucinating. Based on what I witnessed, he definitely had some hallucinations." Trent took a breath as he directed his attention towards Sonny, knowing he was involved in one of those hallucinations. When Sonny gave him a nod, Trent continued. "From there it just keeps getting worse. No one has really had the chance to talk to him about it yet so there's no way to know for sure exactly what he went through yet, but we had a long flight home and I made it my personal task to find out as much about sensory deprivation as I could. That's how I know this," Trent pointed around the busy hospital floor, "isn't going to work."

The nurse seemed a bit overwhelmed following Trent's little lecture. "We were not informed about any of that. I'm sorry. I'll see what we can do about that."

"You better see what you can do quickly. God only knows how he's going to react once he wakes up, which by my calculations could be very soon." Trent was definitely not happy about the situation. Whoever was in charge of informing the hospital was definitely going to get a long talking to once he finds out who it was, but in the meantime, he and Sonny went with the nurse to find a new, quieter room for Clay and make sure Trent approved. His plan was to find one before Clay woke up.

Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. Once Sonny, Trent and the nurse stepped onto the elevator and the door closed, the rest of Bravo heard a commotion coming from a few doors down. They ran to the room, knowing it had to be Clay's.

Upon entering the room, they found Clay's tray table knocked over, one of his IV's pulled out which caused blood to drip down his arm and a nurse trying her best to hold him down as he struggled to try to get away.

Ray and Jason quickly ran over to keep him down and try to prevent him from hurting himself anymore. The good news was that he was still under the affects of the anesthesia and with his under injuries, he wasn't at full strength or else he could have done some real damage and the nurse wouldn't have had a chance of keeping him down.

"Calm down Clay! We're here! We've got you!" Jason kept repeating to him.

Eventually his words seemed to reach Clay. "Jace?" Clay asked with a raspy voice.

"Yeah bud, it's me. We're all here. I know it's hard, but just try to relax okay?" Jason said calmly even though he was feeling anything but calm.

"Help." Was all Clay could manage to get out. Everything going on at once was just way too much for him to handle at the moment.

"We're working on that right now Clay. We just need you to try calm down a little bit. Trent and Sonny went with the nurse to find you a different room that's not so overwhelming. We're gonna move you there as soon as they get back." Ray said calmly.

In the meantime, Brock walked over and switched the lights off, shut the door and close the blinds. Jason was able to loosen his hold on Clay's shoulders, while Ray was able to also loosen his hold on Clays legs, being extra careful off his heavily casted ankle.

Clay slowing started to calm down a bit once the room became a little darker and quieter. It wasn't completely dark or quiet but it was the best they could do at the moment. Despite him trying his best to relax, they could still tell he was struggling. They could feel how tense his muscles were, his jaw was clenched shut and his eyes were closed while he tried to focus solely on his breathing.

It took a little longer than they would have liked but Trent and Sonny finally returned with the nurse to let them know that they had found a room. The only problem was that I t was on the complete opposite side of the hospital and the only way to get there was through the loud, bright hallways. As a result, the nurse offered to give him a mild sedative to help him relax. As much as Clay wanted to accept it, he quickly declined.

"Clay…" Trent said sympathetically. "No one is going to judge you for wanting to take something. It's gonna take quite a few minutes to get to your new room. You sure you can handle it?"

Clay slowly nodded his head and mumbled, "Tired of it. I'll be fine." He was determined to prove it not only to his team, but to himself, that he could handle it. Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure he could, but he had to try.

The nurse walked over and started getting him ready to move. Once they were all ready, he closed his eyes and returned his focus to his breathing as Brock opened the door and they headed towards the hall.