Caradoc had never understood why hospitals insisted on the florescent lights in patient's rooms. He knew it made sense should something go wrong, but could they put them on a dimmer? A dimmer would be nice right about now because it felt like these bloody lights were stabbing into his eyes at the moment. It made his stomach turn. But was that from the lights or the potions? Gods, he was confused. Petunia's voice was even grating, as happy as he was to hear it. Everything sounded louder, more amplified. His bandages were itchy, his body hurt because the bed was too hard, and everything was too bright and too loud. Sucking in a sharp, pained breath, Caradoc kept his eyes shut for a moment longer before turning his gaze on her.
"Tunes." he croaked, throat parched and lips cracked. Smoothing his tongue over them, he tried again but ended up coughing instead. Coughing led to wincing and wincing led to another choked, pained noise. His eyes squeezed shut once more, tangling their fingers together to ground himself. "Am I really back here?" he asked softly, voice rough and scratchy and entirely too hopeful.