Air
The first thing he does when he wakes up is take a big gulp of air. The air reaches his lungs and he whimpers, the pain unbearable. A glass of water is placed on his lips and he takes a sip the lukewarm water heaven, it still makes him throw up black tar.
He's distracted from retching when a hand starts to rub his back. The hand is boiling hot but the comfort is worth it and the cold floor under his hand is helping him from overheating.
He wispers thank you, a warm chuckling voice tells him to sleep, he does.
