Angel walked through the halls, bandages in hand, not paying attention to the people around. He audibly stomped by other rooms, going to his own. He hated this. He wanted to see the world again, not be trapped in this metal box. He didn't feel like himself, and he hated it. Angel's room was surprisingly small for the one with the 'air Serum.' A large screen was propped up on the wall, along with many posters he had managed to save. Angel rummaged through his closet, grabbing his usual outfit along with his beanie and mask. But before he put any of it on, he wrapped his chest with the bandages. (Don't do this, bind safely kids) He put on his usual garb, not giving a damn if he was 'supposed' to keep the hospital gown on. He put on his beanie, mask, and jacket before proceeding to look at himself in a mirror. This felt better.