The next thing he became aware of was the lights had changed, it was no longer the relaxing star light but much brighter. More annoying. He went to raise his hand to block out the light when someone grabbed his arm and stopped him. He frowned wondering why and opened his mouth to object. Someone else off to his left told him to stop talking and relax. That he was in good hands.
Good hands? What had happened? He was with Jack wasn't he.. or was that a dream.. He realised he was having trouble concentrating. Sounds and people were blurred, he was being pulled, poked and prodded yet felt strangely calm like he should allow this to happen.
He felt someone pressing on him, shortly followed by a moan. Was that him? Had he moaned like that? That certainly didn't sound like him. He turned his head to one side looking around trying to figure it out. What had happened to Jack?
A face entered his field of vision and the strange mouth said something to him, he was probably supposed to understand or answer but he couldn't form the right words. Co-herent thought seemed to have abandonded him right now.
The face vanished for a while and he went back to watching around the room, people busied themselves occasionaly coming to him to check him then moving away again. He closed his eyes and felt a hand on his shoulder, the face was back. She was saying something again. He squinted and focused on the face, the mouth and the words. Dave.. and surgery.. Were two words he caught. Was Dave in surgery? That didn't seem to make sense since he was the one laid here like this.
He opened his mouth to ask.. to ask the face to explain better. The face then took his hand and injected something, offering him a sweet smile as his eyes drifted closed again.