Nash was laying back in a hospital bed, hands behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was full of expensive looking equipment with flashing lights and everything. He was in some sort of force field, but apparently he had some control over it. He sighed, then reached over and used a control panel, the force field glowed brighter. Finally he rolled over to try and get some rest.
It wasn't that easy getting any rest. Thoughts were whirling in his head.
How am I going to deal with this?
Can I deal with this?
It doesn't seem like I have a choice.
Eventually he managed to drift off to sleep, not that it would end up being a pleasant one.