"Are we?" Daniel manages, and whatever else he has to say is abruptly subsumed by coughing. At least he isn't spitting up blood anymore - not to his knowledge, anyway.
"What -" He spasms, oddly, because he's not used to his body doing whatever the hell it's doing, knitting itself together or, or whatever that is. But it means he can breathe and think and actually be marginally aware of his surroundings, so Daniel's going to put that in his plus column. "God, that hurts. What'd you do?"
He remembers the glowing just before it started but his brain is still re-establishing an equilibrium so putting two and two together is a little outside the range of its skill set.
"And, uh." He has to squint to see Seth, who seems pleased to see him even if he still doesn't look so good himself. He misses his glasses. "How'm I still alive?"
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"What -" He spasms, oddly, because he's not used to his body doing whatever the hell it's doing, knitting itself together or, or whatever that is. But it means he can breathe and think and actually be marginally aware of his surroundings, so Daniel's going to put that in his plus column. "God, that hurts. What'd you do?"
He remembers the glowing just before it started but his brain is still re-establishing an equilibrium so putting two and two together is a little outside the range of its skill set.
"And, uh." He has to squint to see Seth, who seems pleased to see him even if he still doesn't look so good himself. He misses his glasses. "How'm I still alive?"