Drake wakes up extremely sluggishly, disoriented and not in the least bit recovered. 'It takes two Healers to fix what one stupid Healer does to himself', or so the saying goes... and there are no other Healers in town, that he knows of.
Thankfully, he didn't completely wreck himself. He'd still had some vision left by the time he'd gone to sleep, and he hadn't literally passed out. Both were good signs.
But he still feels like warmed-over crap in a cold bucket.
It takes a moment for him to realize that he's using Sanzo's bony leg as a bony pillow, having slid (or been slid?) sideways while unconscious. He turns his head a little so he can peer up out of the corner of his eye, though his vision is blurry (it is, at least, not still grey and blotchy).
Sanzo's bony leg.
Sanzo is here in Baedal; he didn't just imagine it in his haze.
He moves to sit up, carefully, although he suspects there's no way to avoid waking the younger man up.
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Thankfully, he didn't completely wreck himself. He'd still had some vision left by the time he'd gone to sleep, and he hadn't literally passed out. Both were good signs.
But he still feels like warmed-over crap in a cold bucket.
It takes a moment for him to realize that he's using Sanzo's bony leg as a bony pillow, having slid (or been slid?) sideways while unconscious. He turns his head a little so he can peer up out of the corner of his eye, though his vision is blurry (it is, at least, not still grey and blotchy).
Sanzo's bony leg.
Sanzo is here in Baedal; he didn't just imagine it in his haze.
He moves to sit up, carefully, although he suspects there's no way to avoid waking the younger man up.