Awake in a dream

Dr. Grant came to in what seemed like a dream.
Warm, in dry clothes, in a white room, and a suspiciously euphoric contentment.
Morphine... He recognized that cruel bitch mistress.
But she was good sometimes... Like when he lay still.  But as soon as he tried to move he could feel the gun shots in his back, and the events of the day came crashing down like an avalanche.
He made it though.. somehow Charles saved him, and brought him here.
But where was here?
He could smell the ocean, and after a little motion judgement, he figured he was on a boat, and that the swaying he felt wasn't just in his head.
It took some time, and a lot of pain, but he managed to sit up.
He'd never been shot before.  Didn't particularly want to get shot again...
 "Alright now, feet first," he told himself.  "Try to stand."
Left foot, steady.. steady...
Right foot, a little shaky..
Keeping his hands on the bed, he managed to turn around, and steady himself.
"Yup," he spoke to himself, "I'm definitely feeling those 60 years today."

A knock on the door.
"Mr. Grant?"
Not Dr. Grant?  What the hell?  He suddenly felt understanding of Rodney Dangerfield's classic line, 'No respect I tell ya, no respect.'
"Yes?"
A slender eagle faced woman walked in.  Dressed all in white, with tennis shorts and loafers, she looked like she had just walked in from a yacht party.
"How's the back?"
"How do you think?  It feels like I got shot and fell into the ocean!  Can't complain about the dope, though."
"Hmmm."  She chewed that over as she sized him up.  "You do have quite the unconventional attitude.  I'm not sure yet if you're ignorant or determined.."
"A little from column A, a little from column B." He jested
 "Alright, Mr. Grant,"
"Doctor, ma'am.  Dr. Grant.  And you would be..?"
"Forgive my manners, DR. Grant," she emphasized the designation, with more than a hint of disdain.
"My name is Jane Campbell.  Head of rehabilitation and physical therapy on this vessel, and I see you're mobile, yes?"
"I'm getting there."
"Take as much time as you need.  You're safe here.  However, when you're able, there is much to be discussed."
Before she continued, she observed his movements, judging how long it would be before he could walk easily.
"Your back will heal.  We removed the bullets, and  cleaned the wound.  No major damage.  I don't think I need to tell you how fortunate you are."
"Hmmm.  Quite."  What a peculiar situation..and what an uncomfortable woman.
"I don't wish to rest any longer.  I'd like to see Charles."
"I'm afraid Charles has already left.  You've been asleep for some time, Doctor."  This time she managed the formality with less contempt.
"Well then, take me to the captain!"
Starting to feel a bit like Alice, he began to wonder just how deep this whole thing went, and just how long it was going to be before he could crawl out of this 'rabbit hole'.
That is...
If he ever did get out.