It stung to breathe, Remus noticed faintly. It hurt, and it hurt to swallow too, though that pain was concentrated on the exterior, stabbing sharply every time the skin moved. The constant burning sensation didn't match what he could see, glimpses of old stone buildings and streetlights, later to be replaced by peaceful long grasses swaying in the moonlight. It didn't matter much, though, as by this point Remus had given up forcing himself to stay conscious and allowed disengagement for small portions of time. Every time, however, he'd wake up with a start, clammy and weak and trying to looking around, before the pain hit him again and he laid still.
After one particularly long and dreamless "nap", Remus blinked in confusion as he stirred, spotting a shape in his groggy haze. Was that...? He couldn't remember very much; what was going on again?
"Pads?" he asked hoarsely, the vibrations of his voice feeling unpleasant beneath the bandages. He vaguely remembered Sirius mentioning Hemmingway, and so gave that a shot too, licking his lips before trying again. "Hem?"