He'd been drifting in and out of sleep all day, the illness actually worse since arriving at the Shack. Served him right, he supposed, for putting himself through moving, but he didn't have second thoughts. None what so ever. Percy was even worse than he was and truth be told he was rather terrified, and far more worried than he was used to being.
He didn't hear or notice Susan as she come into the room, but woke up by a small sniffling sound and the feeling of soft hair next to his arm. Straining to open his eyes, he looked down.