There is some sort of terrible beeping in his ear. His body is heavy and aches.
Yes. This seems about right. Just when everything starts to feel settled and whole: SMACK. Right in your fucking face.
Brian looks around the room as much as he can without moving. Michael is asleep - curled uncomfortably - half in his chair and half on the foot of the bed. His eyes are swollen, brow worried.
The air is suddenly ice cold. Something, no, someone is missing. He would be here if he were fine.