A month.

Damien recovered quickly after the danger of a concussion was over. He was placed in solitary confinement - an extremely spare room with absolutely no outside contact. He got 30 minutes a day in a privatized portion of the yard, and the rest of his time was spent alone.

Not that Damien minded. He used the time to build up his strength and stamina. Shadow boxing, push ups, crunches, jogging in place. He attacked his exercise with a single minded devotion, simply because he had nothing else to put his mind to.

In solitary, he was given plenty of time to focus. For about 8-10 hours a day he trained. His meals didn’t have the protein he needed to maintain his weight with all the exercise he was doing so he lost some of the softer fat that he had gained outside prison and gained more muscle, if a leaner variety.

Damien didn’t have a mirror, but he was fairly certain he was a bit shredded by the time his solitary confinement was up.

He was fairly certain he’d been bulkier, but he’d never been in this good of shape.

When they came for him at the end of the month, they gave him a private shower.

He was then taken to the warden.