"It hurts-" he started to tell her, wanting to argue that his legs definitely weren't fine. But the rest of what she was saying made him stop, a frown of confusion replacing the glazed expression.
His head hurt like hell and he felt like he wanted to be sick as everything shifted back with a lurch. It took him a panicked moment to try and adjust. He took a couple of odd, gasped breaths, and then grabbed onto her arms a little too roughly as the world seemed to spin.
"Abi. Shit," he muttered, managing to loosen his grip on her a little. He didn't really understand what had just happened. It was horrible, in the middle of the night in bed, but at least he could understand it then. This was too much.