[Prior has no such semi-conscious memories, but genuine consciousness kicks in again not long after Jim leaves him. Medical care in the snowy city is both a world ahead of what Olympia is used to, and fully prepared for the extremities of living in an arctic terrain. Prior finds himself waking with metal cuffs locked around his arms and legs not for restraint, but to keep him locked inside a bubble of warm air, gradually raising his body temperature at a rate that won't liquify his cell walls.
There's a line in his arm, replaced by real sustenance as soon as he properly wakes. It isn't long before he's curled into one of the armchairs rather than flat out on the bed, nursing a nostalgic glass of warm milk and cookies. He's swaddled in wool blankets rather than foil ones now: a luxury potato.
Your friend brought you in, he's been told, and has spent most of the time since wondering exactly who he probably scared half to death.]
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There's a line in his arm, replaced by real sustenance as soon as he properly wakes. It isn't long before he's curled into one of the armchairs rather than flat out on the bed, nursing a nostalgic glass of warm milk and cookies. He's swaddled in wool blankets rather than foil ones now: a luxury potato.
Your friend brought you in, he's been told, and has spent most of the time since wondering exactly who he probably scared half to death.]