He ached. His entire body, even his hair. The spinning room didn't help either. For a moment, he thought about crying out for help... but there wasn't enough energy in him to get the words out.
The bed shifted under him, causing him to feel lightheaded. A touch on his forehead jarred him.
"Hey, dude. I'm going out."
His throat was raw, "You ditchin' me?"
The older man rubbed his jaw, "You'll be alright. Your brother's here. This hunt can't wait. People are going to die if I don't stop it."
"I'll be ok. Take him with you; it's dangerous."