Turning, he leaned on his crutch and rubbed the bridge of his nose again. Letting out a breath, Prof. Hypno resumed his hobble to his quarters. As he did so, he thought about how long he had been working. He hasn't seen the sun in weeks, and he concluded that not being outside may account for why he's been losing track of entire days.
Reaching his quarters, he opened the door and went inside. Emptying his pockets, he left his PDA and forgotten drink on his desk, and he extricated his left arm from his crutch, and took off his lab coat, tossing it aside. Placing his crutches against the wall, he limped slowly to his bed and flopped down on it.
There wasn't a window in his small room. There weren't windows anywhere. He didn't even know what town he was in, as he had never been outside since his seizure.
With some effort, he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. Perhaps he could go outside after a short nap...