The room spun above him, the lights too bright and the movement of the Healers that worked around and above him far too fast and disjointed for Gellert not to find himself at least a little bit seasick. Without Perenelle's grounding presence (even if he knew that she had gone to fetch Albus--a still greater gravitational force) he abruptly felt as if he was once more only just clinging to the waking world. He wanted to close his eyes but feared that to block out visual stimulation would do nothing but tug him back under the black waters of sleep--and with his pulse racing and his mind reeling, Gellert could not help but think he might not wake up.
And then the balance of energies in the room shifted and Gellert felt himself falling gracefully back to earth. The rushing tide of people around him slowed to a more human pace, and then Albus was at his side and the rest of it ceased to matter. Albus's features were a bit blurred, and it took a moment for Gellert to realise what it meant when he felt Albus's warm lips pressing against his own. His own lips parted underneath the weight of Albus's mouth, something like relief floating through Gellert's system.
He managed a small smile when Albus broke the kiss, though the strain of forcing his face into any sort of expression at all made his cheeks hurt. "I'm fine," he said, reassuring him. And he was, now. He would be. Though his exhaustion never waned, his grasp on reality was feeling more secure with every passing second.