jason had been lying asleep in his room this whole time..he was still recovering from the injuries that had led him here in the first place..jason had unexpectedly turned up at this massive house with both arms broken scars everywhere, and no memory of anything except his own name..the only thing that had been on his person was a broken drivers licence, which conveniently only displayed his name and date of birth..
fortunately for jason, the owner of the house had taken in him and had helped to nurse him back to health..he had been resting for the last few weeks - his right arm had needed a cast, and the scars burned like fire if he moved even a milimetre..only recently had he found the strength to stand and walk, but the most he had done was walk to the nearest bathroom and back..he hadnt seen any of the other residents of this house, save the owner, but he had heard them talking about him as he had been dragged in, only semiconscious..
waking up and feeling it was time to try a further distance than the bathroom, jason, slowly got to his feet, wincing slightly at the hellfire that ripped through him..he walked slowly and quietly to the chair near the doorway, which had hanging on it exact replicas of the tattered clothes he had worn in...either the owner had restored the clothes, which was unlikely, or simply bought new clothes of the same type.. shrugging, and then instantly regretting that he had, as it only increased the fiery pain, jason changed into these new clothes - an extremely painful process, and he didnt even bother trying to place his casted arm into a sleeve - and shuffled out of the room..he walked aimlessly throughout the huge house, hoping to find something that resembled a kitchen..