Patrick did wake up, albeit slowly. His throat was raw and bruised and dragging a breath in hurt. He was too afraid to try to swallow, sure it would cause pure agony.
When he tried to move, he found he couldn't. It took several moments to realise he was tied up. "Murhghguh?" he tried to ask. His eyes surveyed the room until they landed on George sitting against the wall. At that, Patrick gave a groan which felt like grating the skin of his throat. "George," he croaked, his voice sounding scratchy.