Leon didn't know where he was. Everything seemed so blurry, off in the distance, a faint haze at the edge of his vision. "Leon," someone said. Was it Emily? Was it Trellis? He couldn't tell.
"Leon, talk to me. Please."
"Mmnnn..." he moaned, reaching a hand in the direction of the voice. It hurt to talk, a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. And he felt too warm, his throat too dry. "Nnnnn... water, please..."
Someone lifted a canteen to his lips, letting the cold water dribble down his throat. "Thank...you..."
"It's okay," the person said, pulling a blanket over him. "Go back to sleep."
"It hurts..."
"It's alright, it's alright." Cool water poured over his forehead, soaking his fur.
Why did he feel so terrible? He couldn't remember what had happened to him. He hurt, and something made his shirt stick to his fur.
"What...where am I?"
"You're here with us, Leon. Go to sleep. You need to sleep."
Leon drifted off, falling into a half-dead state of feverish dreams.