Well… At least he wasn’t left alone. Josh glanced over to the bed his other comrade was on, Anon was shackled too, a few steps away from him. “To stop flailing they said…” The man spoke up once he saw his bunkmate stir, looking questionably down at the clasp connecting to the bed. “They got me too…” He added, motioning down to his own.

Josh sighed, reaching over to grab the soup broth, downing the small cup in one go, it being the only actually edible thing on the tray they had brought him. He stewed in his own misery for a couple more moments, ignoring Anon to the best of his ability, not in the mood for any of the usual sympathy he got from them. That was until he felt that familiar tightening in his gut, that call of nature. Quickly, Josh looked around for any type of place to relive himself, shocked when he found none, not even a bucket. Face flushing in embarrassment, he looked over to Anon, his eyes wide and pleading. “I… uh…”