Travis stirred from his brief, fitful nap just in time to squint and make out the three blurry figures hovering over him. Creepy. Maybe they were here to move him over to St. Mungo's like he and the Headmaster had chatted about last night? Schecter had said as soon as they were sure the zombie infection things weren't spreading St. Mungo's was going to admit him, which Travie was relieved as hell about. Not that Gerard and Gabe hadn't managed to patch him up pretty well, he just figured the real hospital would have fancier potions and maybe something to regrow flesh. Or tattoos. Things that didn't involve maggots, at any rate.
"S'a creepy thing to do, mates," he mumbled, eyes only half open, not entirely sure the words were coming out in order or even audible. Ah well.
He closed his eyes again for a handful of seconds, trying to slip back into blissful unconsciousness, but apparently he wasn't that lucky today. Travie yawned, gingerly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and finally took a look at the people hanging out by his bed. Gerard, some unfamiliar dude, and...WILLIAM! "Billy boy!!"
Travie groggily scooted and sat up to give him a hug, grabbing for what he could reach and ending up with handfuls of shirt. "How are you, baby?"