Ian is feverish by the time they finally get him to a hospital. He had gotten injured when distracting the T-Rex from the kids, and ever since then, he hadn't had proper medical aid because they couldn't get out of the damn island. The wound in his leg is infected, and he has lost so much blood.

He passes out when he's transferred to a stretcher, missing how the doctors are able to save his life in the last possible minutes. And he doesn't wake up until the next day, in a private hospital room.

"Feels like bliss." Ian mutters to himself, all the painkillers he was given helping with not feeling a single thing.

His head turns to the side, spitting you. "Oh. Didn't notice you there --- hi."