the room was what you would imagine when you think of a hospital room : just a large white square with barely any furniture . a single bed , a nightstand , a dresser , and an unplugged television . sterile and impersonal , almost prison-like with with dim industrial lights that washes the room with grey instead of white . funny when they say he was there for his recovery , when every minute he spends there feels more draining that it is healing . when every second of it , he feels like he would go more insane .
the only sign of life in it was the bouquet of golden sunflowers on a clear vase by the tv stand , and the large glass window that overlooks the bright lights of the city at night . that's where he was looking when he heard the man enter the room , not realizing he was there until he was at the foot of his bed . " if i asked you to help me escape here ... " he says as a greeting , facing leon with a smirk that went as fast as it came , before he goes back to looking outside . " ... would you say yes ? i'll tell them i forced you , don't worry . "