The lean, clean-shaven man with dark hair sucks his fingers hard while sprawled on his back, legs splayed wide, then yawns so deep his jaw hangs open. He pinches his own cheeks, rubs his face, and sits up abruptly, staring straight at the camera before collapsing back down, medical tape glued to his chest in one shot, gone in the next. Sitting on the bed’s edge, he leans forward with arms raised, then drops his gaze to his own hands, already stripping off what he wore.
