For anyone who wants Malba angst and to hold his hand
*Awareness slowly coming to Malba, he struggles to see through the sick haze blurring his vision—he can barely make out the figure by his bed, but he knows this room, knows the feel of IVs and tubes and wires. Great. Fantastic even.* ... H-hey. How bad is it... this time, heh? Guess I got worse, h-huh? *he mumbles, clutching weakly at the hand holding his.*