Is that my doctor? He thought sluggishly when the young man came over to his bed and began checking on him. Seems pretty... oi! What's he doing with that st-- what sort of place is he running here?! Try as he might he--Evan? couldn't talk for anything in the world. His voice was raw and dry. He wanted some water at least. Maybe that would help, "Wah-wah-wat-err," he tried, pushing himself to try and talk no matter how bad it hurt to talk.