Numbers lets out a snort as Wrench removes his coat for him. He doesn't protest, but he does let out a noise when Wrench grabs his shirt--then his face. A sort of half-laugh, half-wheeze. His mouth twitches into a wider smile, clearly not mirroring Wrench's own concern. Wrench can definitely see that the man's pupils are dilated, his eyes spasming at random.

I don't know. Raises his hands higher so Wrench can actually see it while looking at Numbers' face. His face screws up in concentration as he tries to navigate the brain fog. It was a dark, wet place. He was restrained. There was a TV. A man smoking a cigarette, and when Numbers snarled and snapped, he rose to his feet with an--

Injection! He nearly smacks Wrench with his hand as he moves to point his index finger to the side of his upper buttock. His behavior is suddenly animated and twitchy as he sits up, teeth chattering, trying to push away from Wrench--a definitive contrast from his earlier, sluggish attitude. There was a man I didn't recognize. I was kidnapped. He injected--

Here, his signing falters again, slowing down. He doesn't know what he was injected with. But he knows why he was injected, why he was taken in the first place. Stupid. Idiot.

I didn't tell you, he continues. He struggles to make eye contact with Wrench but finding himself physically unable to, his facial muscles locking up. I went to the police station without you.