You slowly came back to the world, your ears ringing and your head banging. You could've sworn you felt like throwing up, your throat drier than the Sahara. Oh. Everything started coming back to you. You'd been sedated. You could hear yelling through the door of the recovery room as you attempted to lift your head.

“Let me see ‘em!” Campbell (your overly eccentric best and first mate at St Jude's) huffed, desperately trying to get into the recovery room, "They ah’ probably awake! Ah’m not going tae make anything worse, ah promise.”

The sound of a resignated sigh from a nurse could've likely been heard from Canada as the door slowly swung open.

You were swiftly met with the face of a relived yet worried Campbell Bain as he rushed in and over to your bed. His hands clamped down on yours.

“Ye bastard! Ye can't just go getting sedated without letting me come along,” He huffed mockingly, clearly trying to lighten the mood slightly.