Everything hurt. From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, Jesse's body ached with a dull, steady throb. After a few days with no food, he'd almost gotten used to being constantly hungry. And being homeless had meant he sometimes went a few days without eating a good meal. He didn't have to like it, but he could live with it.
His shoulders felt like they were on fire, though, and he had next to no feeling in his hands. After his visit from Phobetor, he'd been afraid to close his eyes for more than a few minutes at a time, so he was exhausted on top of everything else.
It took him a few tries to form the words, but eventually he was able to answer Patroclus. "Yeah," he managed to rasp out. "Still here. Still hating everything."