Miles felt an ache in every joint, and he squinted against the harsh light. "Merlin woman, does it have to be so bright in here?" he said, sounding petulant.
"Help me up, would you," he said with more than just a hint of impatience. "Merlin, I feel like I've been trampled by hippogryffs." His neck ached as he turned to look towards Liam. "Is there any change?" he asked, still showing his concern for his son.
Liam must have been disturbed by his gruff voice, and started to cough, his little voice sounding quite pitiful. Miles could see the harsh pox marks on his face and arms, and the sweat soaked pyjamas he wore. "Is he any better, or worse?" he asked Daphne.