[If only it was a table, but no. The light turns onto the sprawled figure. The spotlight first illuminates an arm, one in a sleeve of a white lab coat. Moving the light even further along the shape will reveal who it is, the man typically found kicking around the infirmary, Lloyd.
His eyes are, thankfully, shut; his expression, slack. The collar around his neck is devoid of any color at all.]
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His eyes are, thankfully, shut; his expression, slack. The collar around his neck is devoid of any color at all.]