When he came to, his head felt like someone had been pounding on it with a heavy mallet since last Tuesday. Which sucked, of course, but what really sucked was that he was about to lose what poor bit of lunch was still present -

He had enough range of movement to move onto his side and take care of that joyous exercise of the gag reflex (I see that the ol' immune system is on the rebound) and was able to flop back over where he had been lying ... it was all the energy he had left. He smelled water close-by, and that strange scent again. Someone was lifting his head up and brought water to his lips to rinse his mouth and soothe his throat, which felt like it was on fire. Water had never tasted so good in his life.

While he knew that whoever was giving him the water wasn't anyone that he knew, if he didn't have the energy to get up, he sure didn't have the energy to get them to back off. He wondered briefly about fingers for some reason, and knew in an abstract way that that pressing question was going to have to wait - at the moment, his eyes were open and he knew it, but he was blind. Although he figured being unable to see should have really freaked him out, he was too tired to care, and before he could murmur out a thank you for the water he was drifting in darkness again.