He's barely able to open his eyes. He feels pain in his stomach and his left knee. His head is throbbing and the brightness of the room is overwhelming, he doesn't know where he is. The last thing he remembers is fighting with a man, then falling, and then the pain in every bit of his body. But now he's lying on a bed, the room is filled with the scent of lilac and one of his hands is being caressed. He feels tiny and soft fingertips drawing circles around his wounded knuckles.