"I feel further from the clutches of death," he said frankly, as if the grim reaper had actually been by, cold hands and all.
He frowned at the request to move, he really didn't want to, but he found even less desire to argue. He shivered as the covered were pulled back and more so as he struggled to his feet. "Have robe," he muttered and crossed to the wardrobe, pulling out a dark green fluffy thing that Gabriel had given him. He pulled it on over his sweat-soaked clothes and leaned against the wall, watching Jo through bleary eyes.