The nickname sparks a flicker of memory, but it's a dull, sluggish thing and he's given up on following those thoughts unless he has to. It just makes reality worse. It makes his dreams worse too. He doesn't like dreaming. He's glad that he doesn't very much anymore.

He hunches up a little when a hand drops onto his shoulder. What does that mean? They normally don't bother. He holds out his arms though, ready for them to handcuff him, or stick another needle in his arm. Whatever they want.