Exhaustion had warred with the hallucinations, so that despite what he was seeing, he wasn't completely aware of the fact that he had been moved in the direction of the bed. As soon as he felt the mattress beneath his back though, that changed. He was back in the hospital tent in the holy land, his body wracked with fever caused by the stitches in his side.
And it was the last place he wanted to be, unable to stop the instinctive response to fight against the arms holding his arms, his struggles weak but still desperate to be get him somewhere else.