Marco woke up with a gasp and a jolt, aware that people were talking around him but not particularly interested. He felt bad, but not as bad as he had on and off since he'd been here in Mount Zenith. For a moment he still mistook the feeling of full-body soreness as withdrawal, not like before, but bad enough that his brain instantly thought of where he'd get his fix to remedy this. In the moment that he realized that that wasn't what this feeling was, the image of what was responsible popped back into his head, and despite knowing that he wasn't in that thing's grasp again, it's horrible mouth bearing down on him as it wrapped him up in weird tendrils and limbs were the only thing on his mind as he snapped his eyes open.
He fidgeted in place for a moment, planting his hands like he might try to sit up, but he gave up on that when the motion hurt more than he wanted in that moment. Instead he took a few frantic breaths, already trying to calm them as he folded his arms over his face, brushing his fingertips over his short hairs and trying to focus on just the sensation that that created, rather than the nightmare that had led him to laying on that floor.