The recovery room remains dimly lit by red auxiliary lighting, just enough to see around the room. There is an odd, foul odor in the air that can just barely be picked up. All of the patients in the room have been dressed in hospital gowns, and the clothing they were wearing when they came in was laying on a bedstand at the foot of their beds, folded up neatly. However, any items they were carrying, other than a wallet and any items contained in it, would not be found among their clothing, apparently discarded. They had all been hooked up to an IV, and the short needles would still be stuck into their arms, though with nothing being pumped into them anymore. The empty IV bags still hung from the thin metal poles next to their beds. While many of the patients were still alive, and just now waking up, there were some who were still laying in bed as if still asleep. The room was eerily silent as well, save for a TV that was hanging from one of the upper corners of the room which had nothing but static for the sound and picture, a quiet white noise among the silence.