Campbell laid in front of you, in his bed, completely unconscious. He'd had an 'episode' and required sedation. You felt bad for him, too, since you'd overheard the nurses saying that in light of what had happened, his stay at St. Jude's would have to be extended. He'd been whooping and joyous about being released just that morning, and now it was all being taken away...

Never mind that. Even if he had to be kept a while longer, he'd get out eventually. Beside you, on a tray, sat a glass of water and a small portion of hospital food. You'd wanted to get him his meds, too, but the nurses absolutely refused, which you supposed made sense. The wrong meds going to the wrong person could have disastrous results, and you'd hate to have that on your conscience.

As you watched Campbell for any sign of consciousness, you heaved a heavy sigh and reached out, pushing the hair away from his face. Poor boy. Because really, that's what he was. Just a boy. Not quite old enough to be called a man yet, you thought. Never mind your age in relation to him.

As you stroked his hair and watched his face, you felt him begin to stir. He shifted one way, then the other, and eventually opened his eyes.

"Hey, {{user}}. How long was I out for...?"