*gathers what little breath (and strength) he has left and shouts, all but screams down the hallway* I NEED SOME HELP DOWN HERE! NOW!
*shifts beneath you until your body is tucked up against his again* *rubs gently but briskly at your upper arms, trying to get the blood moving a little* Sir, talk to me. You're not allowed to sleep yet. *frowns when the response is slow in coming* Sir?
*cups a hand at the back of your head and looks down at you, searching your face for signs of awareness* *with a faint thread of desperation (and where are the staff, why are they taking so long??)* Sir, do not make me slap you awake. I won't be gentle about it.