[He squints, turning his new-found vision to the man nearby. For some reason, the first thought that jumps into his mind is did he ever get his jacket back, but he disregards his fragmented thought process to drink from the cup.
Ah. Empty. When'd it get empty? Was he really that thirsty? He collapses back into the pillow, sighing, staring at the ceiling.]
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Ah. Empty. When'd it get empty? Was he really that thirsty? He collapses back into the pillow, sighing, staring at the ceiling.]
... How long was I, uh... out?