The lights weren't particularly bright this time of night, and it made it harder to focus, but the more he blinked, the more he could glean from his surroundings. He still felt slow and foggy, but it was getting better.

Adrien.

Her.

Her.

Adrien looked up and found her, hand slowly squeezing on the front of his pajamas. Something... wasn't quite fitting. More than the bed, the pain, the sludge inside his thoughts. Her voice and what she was saying and her face didn't fit together, and he didn't know why.

"... mmh." Oh, ow. He swallowed, and that brought a fresh wave of pain.

"... oh, dammit," he whispered, his voice dry and wrecked. He knew he was about to cough, and he felt a glimmer of horror before it came, knew it was going to hurt.

He was right. It did. It hurt so much he felt ill, and his vision swam.

"... that smarts."