Good Food
"... Well this is interesting." Osho lay on his back in a bed which wasn't his but was significantly more comfortable than anything he had.
In fact, the room he was in wasn't his either.
Not long after the Major left and he was chatting with the Doctor, he'd been ushered to a private room that looked like a luxurious prison cell. There was a nice bed, a chair with a table in front of it with a bookshelf behind it, a small dining table, and a television.
The windows had metal bars over them, preventing entry and exit from them. Oh, there was also a bathroom and toilet.
The soldier who took him there explained that he'd be there until further notice, and gave him a button that would alert them of when Gale woke up, which would prompt someone to come with the food the bird would need once he woke up.
