The sedative was administered the moment the boy had stopped thrashing - and that is why he's been out long enough to be moved. When he does come around, he is in a white room -- TOO white, and the place has a vaguely sterile smell. He is alone and the room is empty, save for the small bed, its attached bathroom, and a bedside table upon which sits a bottle of water. There is no sound from outside the closed door.
Jamie just... blinks, slowly opening his eyes. He doesn’t move, only looking around and taking in every part. Leon had given him a lot of tips and advice in case of some shit like this. Maybe not specifically this event, but if he ever found himself in shit. Part of it was just figuring out what the fuck was around him and what he had at his disposal.
Not his phone. And not even the knife from his shoe. These guys had been thorough. Part of him wanted to make a stink about getting a pat down while unconscious, but it wouldn’t get him anywhere. No doubt someone was listening and watching him, even now. Slowly, he sat up, just looking at everything.
His eyes fell on the water on the table.
“Pff. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna drink this conveniently placed water given to me by the guys who were kind enough to choke out a 17 year old kid.” He slowly turned, setting his feet on the floor. “That’s not suspicious or totally grounds for legal action. Guarantee my parents did not sign my permission slip.”